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  1. A light of hope. She couldn’t react to his actions without hoping to injure herself. That was the first sign of hope for the Prodigy. Living through the night was the only thing that registered to the warrior’s mind. How long had it been since he lived for the day, instead of assuming he’d make it into tomorrow? Perhaps that was the difference, he saw her for the first time as a worthy opponent. Ever since she cleaved open his side, the air of arrogance had been washed away by mortality. He’d stopped holding back against her as much as he could, as much as his body would allow. Her arm was the opportunity cost, she saved herself from smashing her face against the ground.. Instead something else happened. The slamming of her Kagune against the ground didn’t just change her momentum, it changed Black’s as well. The spinning arm in his hand, felt purely disgusting. Bones and tendons shifting, Tearing even under the flesh. The elasticity of her skin was maddening, how could someone withstand that pain. It wasn’t just her forearm, it went all the way up her arm, every joint and bone snapped apart from it’s appropriate space. How sickening. The unwieldy spin changed his downwards toss to a diagonal way. Instead of him holding onto her like the ragdoll he hoped she would be, his grip failed. How could he hold onto that amalgamation of misassembled bone? Her wrists and fingers slipped from his grasp at an angle, the momentum of that swing dashed her against the ground. He’d imagine she skipped like a rock across the lake, bouncing across the ground like a sack of meat. He couldn’t find out with his eyes, only his ears. His ears were the guide, a dash to follow her pushed him into action. Blood flared out of his side. This was his only time of advantage, regardless of his bodily state he had to stay on the offensive. His charge wasn’t the same blur like speed, probably about 75% of what he showed previously. His dark eyes narrowed as his body flared with that silver energy, his body charged for the final assault. His left hand was pulled together, the fingers together in a point so hard that the veins in his hand flexed agqainst the skin. His flesh pulled tight around those bones. It was obvious the intent. He was hoping she’d look up just in time for his hand to stab through her chest, to take her ghoul heart. To end this wretched night..
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