She struck at Judas a half-dozen times in the span of a second, her limbs flashing out and striking hard enough that I could feel the vibrations in the air.
Still doesn’t beat Ranma Saotome, but not bad.
Except of course it is bad because you’re hurting the doggo
Judas staggered away from her, colliding with me and one of my teammates. I felt Judas’ crushing weight against my own body,
uh oh
the raw meat feel of his flesh and the stone hardness of his bones smothering me, before he shifted his weight and lurched back her way.
That was close to becoming a Taylor pancake.
From the way Judas’ movements followed Night’s as she moved back, and the rigidity of his face and neck, I knew he’d managed to get a grip on her with his teeth.
Nice work! Good dog.
He weathered the hits as she continued to thrash him. He seemed to be getting the worse end of the exchange, but he’d taken away some of her leverage.
Slowing her down a tad, hopefully.
Blinking, I tried to focus on Night, but I saw double. For several long, terrifying seconds, I was unable to bring what I was seeing into focus.
I guess there’s a sort of middle ground between seeing and not seeing.
Judas was thrown against a wall, and went limp. The furrows Night had carved into his face left more gouges than untouched flesh, his face a mess of shattered bone and hamburger meat.
|:(
With Judas’ bulk out of the way, I could make out Night, backing away. My bugs settled on her, and she pulled her cloak up to shield her face, still walking backward.
I wonder if she even has a face in her monster form. Or if she does, how many?
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