[ That pointed question actually makes 9S falter, and it costs him. Before he can react, his arm wrenches apart at the elbow, coming out of his sleeve with a flash of sparks and screech of metal.
He cries out in pain and staggers backward, clutching at his stump of an arm. Black oil begins to drip from the sagging sleeve. ]
Dammit, snap out of it!
[ The fact remains that 9S is afraid of hurting the Disciple. The Disciple's utter disregard for the headbutt tells 9S that nothing short of catastrophic damage will stop the man -- but harming the Disciple that much isn't an option for 9S, no matter what. He hesitates still more, unsure of what to do.
As if in answer, his shadow before him, multiplied fivefold under the surrounding streetlamps, lunges altogether over the Disciple like fingers making a fist. It squeezes over him, attempting to restrict him or, failing that, to suffocate. ]
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He cries out in pain and staggers backward, clutching at his stump of an arm. Black oil begins to drip from the sagging sleeve. ]
Dammit, snap out of it!
[ The fact remains that 9S is afraid of hurting the Disciple. The Disciple's utter disregard for the headbutt tells 9S that nothing short of catastrophic damage will stop the man -- but harming the Disciple that much isn't an option for 9S, no matter what. He hesitates still more, unsure of what to do.
As if in answer, his shadow before him, multiplied fivefold under the surrounding streetlamps, lunges altogether over the Disciple like fingers making a fist. It squeezes over him, attempting to restrict him or, failing that, to suffocate. ]