[ the screams are awful, reminiscent of the trial, but he can't - he can't let that stop him, can he? rondo swings when his mirror self does, and manages to block the blade, but the great axe is heavy and the reverberation rattles through his hands, and he's not ready for the feral desperation of the back end of the handle, either.
it works - it connects with his gut and rondo flies backwards, slamming back into the dark nothingness of this awful room and choking as it temporarily knocks the window out of him, drops him to the ground. he sees stars, and the thing is, he's always been tenacious. rise, damn you, rise, damn you -
unfortunately, his mirror self is probably just as tenacious, and the other rondo has the advantage. ]
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it works - it connects with his gut and rondo flies backwards, slamming back into the dark nothingness of this awful room and choking as it temporarily knocks the window out of him, drops him to the ground. he sees stars, and the thing is, he's always been tenacious. rise, damn you, rise, damn you -
unfortunately, his mirror self is probably just as tenacious, and the other rondo has the advantage. ]