[ It feels like his arms are going to give any second now, and he can't keep this up for much longer. He needs to find an opening, but they're of the same mind. Dokja catches that look sent behind him, to where he can hear the steady stream of water past the harsh metallic screeching of their weapons, so when there's a shift in cadence, he knows something else is coming.
But it's still not enough to prepare him for the what.
The kick lands squarely in his middle as intended and Dokja feels the air leave his lungs. With nowhere but the fountain to drop back into, he falls, toppling over without an ounce of grace as he tries desperately to suck in a breath when it's like his entire body feels the need to readjust itself just to remember how to breathe. He hits the bottom of the fountain with a grunt, though he's spared any extra injuries in his fall. The water's shallow, but drenched as he is, weighed down by his wet clothes, his movements aren't as light and quick as before. When Gen comes hurtling toward him, he has a split second decision to make.
He raises his arm to cover his vulnerable head, and he hears it before he feels it. There's a sickening crack of bone that rings in his ears, and his mouth drops open in a silent cry of pain. It's like his arm's on fire with how much it burns, and if he could afford to spare it a single glance, he'd find his arm in an unnatural shape.
Too bad that he doesn't have that sort of time to waste. Despite the agonizing pain coursing through him, this still puts his hand close enough to the mace that he can latch his trembling fingers around the handle of the weapon, looking to fix both it and Gen in place while his good arm comes swinging with his sword, its blade arcing through the air at a brilliant speed to cut any part of Gen it can reach. ]
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But it's still not enough to prepare him for the what.
The kick lands squarely in his middle as intended and Dokja feels the air leave his lungs. With nowhere but the fountain to drop back into, he falls, toppling over without an ounce of grace as he tries desperately to suck in a breath when it's like his entire body feels the need to readjust itself just to remember how to breathe. He hits the bottom of the fountain with a grunt, though he's spared any extra injuries in his fall. The water's shallow, but drenched as he is, weighed down by his wet clothes, his movements aren't as light and quick as before. When Gen comes hurtling toward him, he has a split second decision to make.
He raises his arm to cover his vulnerable head, and he hears it before he feels it. There's a sickening crack of bone that rings in his ears, and his mouth drops open in a silent cry of pain. It's like his arm's on fire with how much it burns, and if he could afford to spare it a single glance, he'd find his arm in an unnatural shape.
Too bad that he doesn't have that sort of time to waste. Despite the agonizing pain coursing through him, this still puts his hand close enough to the mace that he can latch his trembling fingers around the handle of the weapon, looking to fix both it and Gen in place while his good arm comes swinging with his sword, its blade arcing through the air at a brilliant speed to cut any part of Gen it can reach. ]