[Sitting on his back, he stares up at the blade from the tip to the wielder standing above him. The strange bloodlust haze seems to momentarily clear as a look of respect is reflected in his eyes instead and he looks a little more like his usual self. He really never would have expected the weird, perky girl from before would be capable of something like this...
He's intrigued...and maybe something else, though he doesn't really notice or realize it yet.
But just as he's reaching up to grab the blade of the sword intending to pull it away and taunt her, he feels a sharp pain in his head. At that particular moment, he had forgotten that intense desire to kill her blindly and instead just wanted to continue the fight. But now that strange impulse is back and this time he's more aware of it—and aware of how strange it feels.
So there's a slight hiss and cringe before his hand immediately retracts away from the sword, the tip cutting his palm as he reaches to touch his head instead.
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He's intrigued...and maybe something else, though he doesn't really notice or realize it yet.
But just as he's reaching up to grab the blade of the sword intending to pull it away and taunt her, he feels a sharp pain in his head. At that particular moment, he had forgotten that intense desire to kill her blindly and instead just wanted to continue the fight. But now that strange impulse is back and this time he's more aware of it—and aware of how strange it feels.
So there's a slight hiss and cringe before his hand immediately retracts away from the sword, the tip cutting his palm as he reaches to touch his head instead.
What is...this weird oppressive feeling?]