[ Dick rather likes his legs where they are, thank you, but he can't quite flip out of the way the way they've ended up here in this arena. He's always hated fighting in close quarters. It means he takes his chance to dodge and swing at once, aiming for Ookurikara's neck but the weakness in his right arm, blood soaking his entire side by now, means it fails a little, going for his shoulder.
Too low. He can already see it'd be too low-- he tries to put more force in it so it gets through the arm instead of stuck in. It's his only shot. ]
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Too low. He can already see it'd be too low-- he tries to put more force in it so it gets through the arm instead of stuck in. It's his only shot. ]