but he rather hates the notion of being defeated by a human's corpse when he's already managed to slay a demon - even though his teeth are obviously grit and bared at the pain that shoots through him. it's hard to hear between the blast of a gunshot and the way that suddenly everything feels like he's been set aflame, melted back down to nothing but steel. he regains himself just barely, dizzy, battle instincts taking over as he slices at the claw that reaches for him, though not before it manages to slash at his cheek.
but he doesn't stop there even as he pushes himself to his feet in a movement too practiced, too graceful. something in his chest tells him to slice more, to cut more, to reduce the zombie to ribbons and he doesn't even think about wwx when he moves his sword again, aiming to cut the zombie clean down the middle.
...and if that works - then to decapitate it. and then to cut off its limbs before it even hits the ground, laughing through the pain.
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but he rather hates the notion of being defeated by a human's corpse when he's already managed to slay a demon - even though his teeth are obviously grit and bared at the pain that shoots through him. it's hard to hear between the blast of a gunshot and the way that suddenly everything feels like he's been set aflame, melted back down to nothing but steel. he regains himself just barely, dizzy, battle instincts taking over as he slices at the claw that reaches for him, though not before it manages to slash at his cheek.
but he doesn't stop there even as he pushes himself to his feet in a movement too practiced, too graceful. something in his chest tells him to slice more, to cut more, to reduce the zombie to ribbons and he doesn't even think about wwx when he moves his sword again, aiming to cut the zombie clean down the middle.
...and if that works - then to decapitate it. and then to cut off its limbs before it even hits the ground, laughing through the pain.
sometimes,,,, you are a sword.]