[ The sink of the knife into flesh is an alluring one, almost comforting to know that he can inflict damage to this version of himself his fractured mind has conjured up. But then the knife is flung aside and he's left weaponless, an acrid taste of disappointment stinging his tongue rather than fear of what it means to be so helpless.
And he soon finds out.
The first punch to his face splits his lip, cuts it against his teeth and the bitter taste of disappointment is drowned out by blood. The copper of it soaks into his mouth, but he's not left with much time to digest any of it before he's being hit repeatedly. He tries to guard by lifting his arms, but still the blows rain down. He can't even think at this point, mind a blank, no abilities he calls forth, no effort to fight back.
He's overwhelmed. With the attacks, with how confused his thoughts are, with his head injury still incessantly throbbing and bleeding. He's suffocating in all of it. ]
no subject
And he soon finds out.
The first punch to his face splits his lip, cuts it against his teeth and the bitter taste of disappointment is drowned out by blood. The copper of it soaks into his mouth, but he's not left with much time to digest any of it before he's being hit repeatedly. He tries to guard by lifting his arms, but still the blows rain down. He can't even think at this point, mind a blank, no abilities he calls forth, no effort to fight back.
He's overwhelmed. With the attacks, with how confused his thoughts are, with his head injury still incessantly throbbing and bleeding. He's suffocating in all of it. ]