[But right as the edge of the blade pierces the skin at his throat, his hand seems to seize, and there's a split-second where his expression also freezes - stuck in that defiance, before before his gaze shoots upward almost instinctively.
The rolling shadows behind him have extended silently to the ceiling above, manifesting as he watches in an elegant hand wearing a similar sort of guard to himself. Stretching down from the hand are glittering, thin threads. They're so thin that it's hard to see exactly where they end, but as his arms and legs jerk back in an awkward, stilted way in tandem with the movement of those fingers, it's clear that they're attached to him in some way.
He curses under his breath, but that's about all the time he gets before he's sent sprawling forward and toward Ryo, blade turned outward now in an uncontrolled, arching slash. HI.]
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The rolling shadows behind him have extended silently to the ceiling above, manifesting as he watches in an elegant hand wearing a similar sort of guard to himself. Stretching down from the hand are glittering, thin threads. They're so thin that it's hard to see exactly where they end, but as his arms and legs jerk back in an awkward, stilted way in tandem with the movement of those fingers, it's clear that they're attached to him in some way.
He curses under his breath, but that's about all the time he gets before he's sent sprawling forward and toward Ryo, blade turned outward now in an uncontrolled, arching slash. HI.]