[ Well, Sooyoung and Dokja's actions will be effective in varying degrees while he resists a solid amount. Joonghyuk's eyes widen to see Sooyoung coming from above—it reminds him of a squirrel dropping from a tree, but this one is armed and if he doesn't move it may inflict major to fatal injury. A foot drags back in the dirt, heel lifted, and he activates Red Phoenix Shunpo again. On top of Transcendence and his fable speaking his story, he should be able to avoid the sword with ease and counter without a scratch.
Except Dokja hugs his ankle, staggering his movements and preventing him from leaving the immediate area. At most, he shifts back, dragging Dokja along the dirt a feet, while also accidentally stepping on him. On the other man's back is a nice dirty boot mark, planted very firmly—nostalgic, isn't it? It allows for Sooyoung's sword to slash his torso, momentarily clinking against something that rests high above his chests, between his collarbones. Through the frayed fabric, they both can see a dark lining that reflects a gold shimmery color at certain light.
But he doesn't let them stare for long without reprisal. With Sooyoung close, he takes his sword with two hands and poises it for a quick, but fatal stab. It happens in seconds and he intends to drive it deep so she can't escape. His gaze stays upon her face, eyebrows knitted not in anger but perseverance. Quietly, he's searching for her shard.
... Decapitation would have been easier, but he wouldn't humiliate his companions that way. At least this is honorable, intimate. ]
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Except Dokja hugs his ankle, staggering his movements and preventing him from leaving the immediate area. At most, he shifts back, dragging Dokja along the dirt a feet, while also accidentally stepping on him. On the other man's back is a nice dirty boot mark, planted very firmly—nostalgic, isn't it? It allows for Sooyoung's sword to slash his torso, momentarily clinking against something that rests high above his chests, between his collarbones. Through the frayed fabric, they both can see a dark lining that reflects a gold shimmery color at certain light.
But he doesn't let them stare for long without reprisal. With Sooyoung close, he takes his sword with two hands and poises it for a quick, but fatal stab. It happens in seconds and he intends to drive it deep so she can't escape. His gaze stays upon her face, eyebrows knitted not in anger but perseverance. Quietly, he's searching for her shard.
... Decapitation would have been easier, but he wouldn't humiliate his companions that way. At least this is honorable, intimate. ]