[ The only sense he gets that the things he's killing aren't actually real is a faint one, some impossibly tiny instinct from the back of his mind telling him he's wasting his time. It's quickly drowned out by the sheer rage he's feeling, though, and so he continues his attack, roaring as clones and projections shatter and whirling back on the remaining one, breaking it as well.
It's as he does that Syrlya is suddenly at his side, followed by a sharp pain. He yells in pain and attempts to pivot — inadvertently making Syrlya's strike that much worse, but he's hardly counting here — and swipes out at Syrlya, attempting to dig his claws into him, spill his own blood. It's a deep, vicious, and uncoordinated movement, but the last point means nothing to him — anything to get this guy to die. ]
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It's as he does that Syrlya is suddenly at his side, followed by a sharp pain. He yells in pain and attempts to pivot — inadvertently making Syrlya's strike that much worse, but he's hardly counting here — and swipes out at Syrlya, attempting to dig his claws into him, spill his own blood. It's a deep, vicious, and uncoordinated movement, but the last point means nothing to him — anything to get this guy to die. ]