[There's no give. He can't call them out for not fighting, because he can tell there's some thought going into whatever Shadows is up to, openly allowing these blows. He knows he might be a hypocrite.
But it's his life. It's his, for every borrowed, luck-driven second. He has to find a solution, even if it means fighting dirtier than he'd like.
He pivots when he feels his stamina running thin, a preemptive block as he moves in what looks like another flurry--
--except it's more of a full on bodily tackle to their legs, feet first, risking himself prone in the process. There's no way he can manage their core with how sturdy they are.
Get them on the ground, keep them on the ground. You have to live.
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But it's his life. It's his, for every borrowed, luck-driven second. He has to find a solution, even if it means fighting dirtier than he'd like.
He pivots when he feels his stamina running thin, a preemptive block as he moves in what looks like another flurry--
--except it's more of a full on bodily tackle to their legs, feet first, risking himself prone in the process. There's no way he can manage their core with how sturdy they are.
Get them on the ground, keep them on the ground. You have to live.
You have to.]