[ well. there's nothing on his arm but bone, and it shatters as intended. the pain of it makes him reel, and he momentarily tries to curl in on himself, away from mikazuki.
but he remembers what's happening around them. he's had to fight battles with broken bones and organs barely stitched together with a vulnerary—this isn't nearly enough to stop him. not yet. not while he still draws breath.
with his good arm, he tries to drag himself forward to estelle. tries to catch her by the wrist, or anywhere he can reach if he makes it at all. ]
Estelle, please... Stop. This isn't you.
[ whether mikazuki's assault on him continues or not, whether it's his shoulder that shatters next, or pinned to the floor by the same blade, he'll still try to speak to her, between bloody coughs. ]
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but he remembers what's happening around them. he's had to fight battles with broken bones and organs barely stitched together with a vulnerary—this isn't nearly enough to stop him. not yet. not while he still draws breath.
with his good arm, he tries to drag himself forward to estelle. tries to catch her by the wrist, or anywhere he can reach if he makes it at all. ]
Estelle, please... Stop. This isn't you.
[ whether mikazuki's assault on him continues or not, whether it's his shoulder that shatters next, or pinned to the floor by the same blade, he'll still try to speak to her, between bloody coughs. ]
...Belius... she wouldn't want to see this...