I didn’t have time to get out of the way, to bring my baton up to defend myself or even to do more than belatedly realize his near-collapse had been a feint.
Well, fuck.
Knights, am I right?
He caught me in the stomach with that same surprising strength as before, then slashed up toward my collarbone with enough force to lift my feet up off the ground.
That does not sound healthy. Spider silk, do your thing please.
I landed hard on my back, my armor absorbing the brunt of the impact. The sides of my armor panels bit into the ribs of my back where they curved toward my body.
Oof.
Keeping the lessons I’d learned from sparring with Grue in mind, I tried to scramble back and away while Mannequin righted himself and put the forearm and hand he had connected to his foot in the right place.
Feint or not, it really does seem like Mannequin’s weakness is having to take time to make sure all his body parts are where they should be.
Before I could get to my feet, he started striding toward me.
But of course, he’s had a lot of practice at that, so it’s not much time.
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