No!
He couldn’t say where, but he found some reserve of strength. The knife inched closer. Hairs away. He could see the material of the casing smoke just beneath Mannequin’s ‘eye’, a dark patch revealing itself beneath.
Huh. Armmaster had more Determination than I thought.
…seriously, this reserve of strength plays into my Undertale references perfectly.
Mannequin’s head fell, tipping over backwards to strike the ground, dangling from the chain, out of reach of the blade.
“Okay yeah he’s getting a bit too close now, let’s get this head outta the way.”
Still holding Colin’s wrist, the headless villain stood straight.
He was toying with me.
I suppose that’s also an appropriate personality trait for someone who looks so much like a giant featureless action figure.
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