CALL ME OUT 2020 EDITION

[blitzbrained]

ACTUALLY MADE AT THE START OF THE YEAR THIS TIME

1. check out my muselist (or dont)
2. pop a character on here u want me to tag
3. optional: pick someone you want tagging with
4. PROFIT

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[wanderingdoctorfaust]

Two firm strikes are rewarded with two clean hits - the sickening crunch of the creature's ribs splintering and its jaw dislocating reverberate throughout the thing's entire body, sending it staggering back on its twiggy limbs and desperately flailing about in an attempt to regain some semblance of footing. It's completely vulnerable to a continued assault, and yet...

(The voices stop for too fleeting a moment. He remembers how frail he is, that its almost unsurprising to him that his bones would give way that fast. So why doesn't he feel any different? The dull, icy thrum of discomfort throughout his form remains the same as it has since he woke back up, and he's beginning to realise that his entire ribcage could be flung outside of his body right now and he wouldn't take any notice. He'd ponder on this further, if not for the fact that whoever is so intent on destroying what little intact bones he has left is already on him - he has to defend himself, has to use his new discovery to his advantage...!)

It won't take many more attacks for Valkenhayn to share in Fauzt's alarming revelation - that whatever this bizarre entity is, it's only recoiling from the raw force of the old butler's blows alone. If the creature can feel pain, it's doing an extraordinary job of not being slowed by it - enough so that its eventual response to the onslaught is to rear up like an enraged bear in spite of any further strikes, shriek like a banshee, and then proceed to wildly swing its hands in clawing motions, spidery fingers alight with...mystical energy...?!

[valkenhound]

It doesn't take long for him to pick up on the discrepancy. If this creature can't be stopped with pain, then brute force will have to do; he'd be a poor fighter if he couldn't pin or subdue something (someone) who doesn't feel conventional injury.

At the scent and sight of magic, he nimbly backsteps, keeping just out of range (though the first few swipes tear at him with a pain he can't quite shrug off, in his old age). He keeps an eye on his surroundings; he wants to keep his opponent at a range that means they'll be focused on him, and nobody else.

Once Faust stops his onslaught, Valkenhayn drops to deliver a swift leg sweep, aiming to knock him over. Despite his age and new injuries, he's no slouch in speed or power.