[Oh yeah he sure is coming with, he rolled a whole-ass 6. There's no saving that. Elsword is smaller and, while not exactly lightweight, gravity and raw strength is enough to throw him off his feet. They fall in a mix of limbs and flying wooden shards as that table snaps under their combined weight, the remaining objects on top of it clattering to the ground in a glorious display of chaos. There's a wooden shard embedded in his upper thigh that he's ignoring even as blood starts to soak into his pants, and he can feel stinging marks where Wolfwood's nails dug into the parts of his back which aren't covered by a shirt.
None of this deters him, as Elsword tries to wrestle for the high ground and, this time, attempts to slug Wolfwood directly in the jaw. So much for not aiming for the face, apparently he's given up on that.]
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None of this deters him, as Elsword tries to wrestle for the high ground and, this time, attempts to slug Wolfwood directly in the jaw. So much for not aiming for the face, apparently he's given up on that.]