The magic doesn’t hurt, but discerning the actual meaning behind the tingling slipping through his skin and into the flesh is tricky in a situation like this. It works well to stun Tidus, leaves him open for a knock to his jaw, stumbling him backwards on his feet. Allows Squall time to try and collect himself if he likes.
When Tidus recovers, he lets out a small bark, hollow and weak, something in him clicking other than bone. But he doesn’t forget his opponent, raising his head, keeping his now disabled arm tucked by him as his other hand swings out for Squall, looking to make any contact--because even being blocked is enough, a sudden burst of darkness inflicting Squall’s sight. Not hurting, but not going anywhere, either.
Tidus backs away preemptively, to escape any thrashing that might come.
“Sorry,” he offers, voice low, but a note genuine. He sounds exhausted for more reasons than the heaving of his breath. “It won’t last long. ...You one of them?”
A fuck you would be a reasonable response too, all things considered.
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When Tidus recovers, he lets out a small bark, hollow and weak, something in him clicking other than bone. But he doesn’t forget his opponent, raising his head, keeping his now disabled arm tucked by him as his other hand swings out for Squall, looking to make any contact--because even being blocked is enough, a sudden burst of darkness inflicting Squall’s sight. Not hurting, but not going anywhere, either.
Tidus backs away preemptively, to escape any thrashing that might come.
“Sorry,” he offers, voice low, but a note genuine. He sounds exhausted for more reasons than the heaving of his breath. “It won’t last long. ...You one of them?”
A fuck you would be a reasonable response too, all things considered.