[Wolfwood doesn't miss the way Elsword seems to deliberately be avoiding his face, even though he deserves nothing less than having that vial punched straight down his throat. But okay, okay. They're fistfighting now. Let's fucking go.
This time, he does manage to throw one of his arms up to block the gut punch, but it also means he isn't able to miss the strike to his shoulder...and since Elsword manages to get him good near where the scars from the rose hound bite still sit, he curses loudly with pain and staggers a second time, knocking a couple precariously stacked glasses onto the floor where they explode in a shower of tiny shards. It will be a miracle if he gets out of this without glass in his shoes.
He can feel throbbing lances of pain rushing through him, but it isn't enough to get him to stop. They're not sparring like two friendly people would, but with the intent to hurt and humiliate. You know, very well adjusted here. That's why Wolfwood comes rushing back at Elsword with another swing, a dirty left hook again aimed right for his head.]
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This time, he does manage to throw one of his arms up to block the gut punch, but it also means he isn't able to miss the strike to his shoulder...and since Elsword manages to get him good near where the scars from the rose hound bite still sit, he curses loudly with pain and staggers a second time, knocking a couple precariously stacked glasses onto the floor where they explode in a shower of tiny shards. It will be a miracle if he gets out of this without glass in his shoes.
He can feel throbbing lances of pain rushing through him, but it isn't enough to get him to stop. They're not sparring like two friendly people would, but with the intent to hurt and humiliate. You know, very well adjusted here. That's why Wolfwood comes rushing back at Elsword with another swing, a dirty left hook again aimed right for his head.]