Although indeed stunned, weakened, and weaponless, Kenji was still far from helpless. As always, the thread of light flickered and hummed at the back of his mind; that bitch was always there, hanging around like an obsessive girlfriend, just waiting for his call.
So, he called.
Reaching out like an eager lover, he grasped the thread, pulled it to him, letting it fill him. As always, it felt good--almost too good--and somehow he managed to grin at the HM as it closed on him. Almost every part of him hurt like a bitch, and his focus was shit, but even if he couldn't blow the bastard's head off, he was confident he could put a hole in it somewhere. Enough to discourage it, at least.
C'mon then, you son of a bitch. Let's dance.
Then things went horribly wrong.
Bright light flared out from him, the power building to a crescendo...but instead of the usual sick pop of displaced air and the spray of hot blood accompanying the sudden disappearance of the HM's head, two shallow pits appeared on either side of where he crouched on the pavement. White-hot pain shot up the length of his right arm, forcing a startled cry from his throat. Glancing down, his eyes widened in horror as his arm split into three sections and then slowly began to reform itself.
Again, he was knocked onto his back as the HM bowled into him. Hissing through clenched teeth as needle-like claws raked across his already abused ribs, he flailed wildly, trying to shove the thing away. Something red and gold flashed at the corner of his vision when he moved his arm, but he had no time or wits to even wonder what it was. Had he hit the thing? He couldn't tell; he couldn't feel much of anything in his right arm anymore, but the vermedi had backed off for a moment, seeming to reconsider its course of action. Using its hesitation to his advantage, Kenji once again tried to get his good leg under him and climb unsteadily to his feet.
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So, he called.
Reaching out like an eager lover, he grasped the thread, pulled it to him, letting it fill him. As always, it felt good--almost too good--and somehow he managed to grin at the HM as it closed on him. Almost every part of him hurt like a bitch, and his focus was shit, but even if he couldn't blow the bastard's head off, he was confident he could put a hole in it somewhere. Enough to discourage it, at least.
C'mon then, you son of a bitch. Let's dance.
Then things went horribly wrong.
Bright light flared out from him, the power building to a crescendo...but instead of the usual sick pop of displaced air and the spray of hot blood accompanying the sudden disappearance of the HM's head, two shallow pits appeared on either side of where he crouched on the pavement. White-hot pain shot up the length of his right arm, forcing a startled cry from his throat. Glancing down, his eyes widened in horror as his arm split into three sections and then slowly began to reform itself.
Again, he was knocked onto his back as the HM bowled into him. Hissing through clenched teeth as needle-like claws raked across his already abused ribs, he flailed wildly, trying to shove the thing away. Something red and gold flashed at the corner of his vision when he moved his arm, but he had no time or wits to even wonder what it was. Had he hit the thing? He couldn't tell; he couldn't feel much of anything in his right arm anymore, but the vermedi had backed off for a moment, seeming to reconsider its course of action. Using its hesitation to his advantage, Kenji once again tried to get his good leg under him and climb unsteadily to his feet.