[ He can feel the champion fight the hole he's swept him into, and saints alive - he starts pulling so hard, he's likely to wrench that mechanical limb clean off if he has his way. Adetkunbo isn't likely to let him have that satisfaction, as he's forced to relinquish his hold to narrowly avoid the full brunt of his next blow. He rolls back from it, reels on his toes for a moment, a hand pressed to the blooming pain along his side and stomach.
( About twenty minutes. Ah. So, he's one of those sorts. ) ] Fantastic, [ the tone is near exasperated. Tense from the pain his avatar is conveying.
He keeps his distance, for the moment, hands at the ready and light on his toes. And then he shifts his stance, feet planted more firmly upon the arena floor, palms turning over as though to cup water. He cups shadow instead, bending it from beneath the folds of his clothing, using the imaginative properties of the game to his advantage. Shadow bleeds, drips - thick and tarry, creeping around his ankles in shivering segments, akin to blades. The flex of his mind reaching out among the rest of the Nest - something almost religious in the way he gives himself up to his power. Imagined in this arena or not.
He lashes out, picking up the tempo of their fight, his next kick trailing shadow that gives off a sound like thunder. No need to hold back or drag this out now. They're busy men, aren't they!!! ]
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( About twenty minutes. Ah. So, he's one of those sorts. ) ] Fantastic, [ the tone is near exasperated. Tense from the pain his avatar is conveying.
He keeps his distance, for the moment, hands at the ready and light on his toes. And then he shifts his stance, feet planted more firmly upon the arena floor, palms turning over as though to cup water. He cups shadow instead, bending it from beneath the folds of his clothing, using the imaginative properties of the game to his advantage. Shadow bleeds, drips - thick and tarry, creeping around his ankles in shivering segments, akin to blades. The flex of his mind reaching out among the rest of the Nest - something almost religious in the way he gives himself up to his power. Imagined in this arena or not.
He lashes out, picking up the tempo of their fight, his next kick trailing shadow that gives off a sound like thunder. No need to hold back or drag this out now. They're busy men, aren't they!!! ]