[ At first it's hard to think of what's happening as all that registers is the pain of where the grip on his ankle is. Rather than having his face dragging over the floor though he manages to somehow roll himself onto his back, trying to reach for whatever is there, gripping and pulling him by the ankle. His eyes flash, fingers reaching to try and tug with shaky hands at the image he can make out there now.
It looks like it should be some kind of spirit, but even he can feel life there that seems to be strong and unwilling to falter, like it really might yank and his leg will come off but then--
It's gone before his own hands manage anything, his body trying to lean back to avoid the contact of the sword as he glances at it. His hand hooks around his ankle, drawing it into himself. He won't be able to run that easily now.
His breath is shaky, his shirt feels tight against his skin from where her hand is holding the fabric tightly and it makes his crawl when he looks into her eyes. ]
I thought I already said I didn't want to take someone else's life.
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It looks like it should be some kind of spirit, but even he can feel life there that seems to be strong and unwilling to falter, like it really might yank and his leg will come off but then--
It's gone before his own hands manage anything, his body trying to lean back to avoid the contact of the sword as he glances at it. His hand hooks around his ankle, drawing it into himself. He won't be able to run that easily now.
His breath is shaky, his shirt feels tight against his skin from where her hand is holding the fabric tightly and it makes his crawl when he looks into her eyes. ]
I thought I already said I didn't want to take someone else's life.