[When the blade bites in, Karl hisses. Blood staining warm across his shirt. Not the worst wound he's received. Or, given his violent proclivities, the last.]
[Even as Kira levels the sword at him, the cuts are closing. Bloodstained and ripped fabric the only sign of each slash. There's a still-reverberating pain. But it rouses no concern in Karl. It's important only in that it whets his appetite.]
[Makes him smile at Kira. Makes him want to strike back.]
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[Even as Kira levels the sword at him, the cuts are closing. Bloodstained and ripped fabric the only sign of each slash. There's a still-reverberating pain. But it rouses no concern in Karl. It's important only in that it whets his appetite.]
[Makes him smile at Kira. Makes him want to strike back.]
Tsk.
That was a stupid thing to do.
[And, eyeblink-fast, he lunges at the Devil.]