[He swings, and they just barely lean to the side to avoid their head being hit; the bat connects hard with their shoulder, with a decidedly unpleasant sound and an odd shift of their arm, but once again-- they just carry on.
Their weight shifts forward to pin him down as they reach out, a heavy hand wrapping around his throat. Shadows isn't strangling him-- just holding him in place, though their grip will tighten as much as it needs to.]
...I am sorry it has to be this way.
[Their voice is quiet, no hint of exertion in it. They take a moment to roll their dislocated shoulder back into place.
And then they take the bat in their other hand and swing down for his head, in a heavy strike.]
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Their weight shifts forward to pin him down as they reach out, a heavy hand wrapping around his throat. Shadows isn't strangling him-- just holding him in place, though their grip will tighten as much as it needs to.]
...I am sorry it has to be this way.
[Their voice is quiet, no hint of exertion in it. They take a moment to roll their dislocated shoulder back into place.
And then they take the bat in their other hand and swing down for his head, in a heavy strike.]