Cocky, cocky. Not that Chara isn't often cocky themself.
*-get shocked!
Case in point. The impact of a dog that is a lot bigger than they thought up close and personal jars the stick in their hands a great deal; there's the warning crack of wood about to snap, although it holds. Just. Chara's grip bulldog-tightens around it; it can't not as each time those paws come down it feels like walking face-first into an electric fence and their muscles jerk and spasm. Perhaps, ironically, making them more difficult to pin.
Red runs down their arms. It's hard to think, but the colour, haha, bleeds through. Red, not dust. What...?
Chara shouts and in a lull thrusts the stick upwards further against the dog's weight, before twisting. The stick finally snaps, half still embedded. The second time a canine has broken their stick here, but they now have a usuable, if shorter weapon.
They stab indiscriminately and viciously with the new stake, kick with their feet directly into the wound, scrambling to get out from under the monster dog, make some distance. A difficult task, with contact making their brain momentarily fuzz and their thoughts briefly scatter like sparking stars.
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*-get shocked!
Case in point. The impact of a dog that is a lot bigger than they thought up close and personal jars the stick in their hands a great deal; there's the warning crack of wood about to snap, although it holds. Just. Chara's grip bulldog-tightens around it; it can't not as each time those paws come down it feels like walking face-first into an electric fence and their muscles jerk and spasm. Perhaps, ironically, making them more difficult to pin.
Red runs down their arms. It's hard to think, but the colour, haha, bleeds through. Red, not dust. What...?
Chara shouts and in a lull thrusts the stick upwards further against the dog's weight, before twisting. The stick finally snaps, half still embedded. The second time a canine has broken their stick here, but they now have a usuable, if shorter weapon.
They stab indiscriminately and viciously with the new stake, kick with their feet directly into the wound, scrambling to get out from under the monster dog, make some distance. A difficult task, with contact making their brain momentarily fuzz and their thoughts briefly scatter like sparking stars.