[ Before he can shove Gen against the nearest wall, the ground beneath his feet splits and unbalances him. It's unexpected and takes him by surprise, giving way to an opportunity, and if Dokja were in his right state of mind, he'd reward whatever strange ability this is by taking the brunt of the mace's hit.
But as it stands now, he's not fighting some kid. He's fighting a hallucination, a memory, and he lets go of Gen to bring both arms, now completely covered in white fur, up to block the attack. It's like hitting a solid wall, not a scratch or a mark left on his arms. In the next second, he swings out his arm to knock the weapon aside while his other hand drops down to his hip to grab at
nothing.
His sword isn't there. This memory is playing out differently.
It's another pause as he glances down with those empty eyes to where his sword normally would be hanging. What had happened to it? Broken, his mind helpfully supplies. He'd broken his sword during the fight. This fight? Yes.
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But as it stands now, he's not fighting some kid. He's fighting a hallucination, a memory, and he lets go of Gen to bring both arms, now completely covered in white fur, up to block the attack. It's like hitting a solid wall, not a scratch or a mark left on his arms. In the next second, he swings out his arm to knock the weapon aside while his other hand drops down to his hip to grab at
nothing.
His sword isn't there. This memory is playing out differently.
It's another pause as he glances down with those empty eyes to where his sword normally would be hanging. What had happened to it? Broken, his mind helpfully supplies. He'd broken his sword during the fight. This fight? Yes.
... No. ]