[He watches the sword flash for him, and evades-- but not fast enough. The mad energy radiating off the weapon hits him like a physical force.]
Ugh...!
[He smells singed flesh and coppery blood. His own. Clutching his injured arm, Karl backs away warily. As a Chevalier, he can endure extreme physical punishment. His reaction is more outraged than pained.]
Bastard! How dare you spoil my fun!?
[Lifting his uninjured arm, he lets a barrage of red spikes fly. They zigzag through the air like deadly whistling arrows. But it is simply a ruse. Something to distract Sephiroth.]
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Ugh...!
[He smells singed flesh and coppery blood. His own. Clutching his injured arm, Karl backs away warily. As a Chevalier, he can endure extreme physical punishment. His reaction is more outraged than pained.]
Bastard! How dare you spoil my fun!?
[Lifting his uninjured arm, he lets a barrage of red spikes fly. They zigzag through the air like deadly whistling arrows. But it is simply a ruse. Something to distract Sephiroth.]
[He needs to find a way out of here.]