[The attacks don't land, though Chara has the impression that they're not meant to. The weight of those blows is lighter, if no less fast. Searching, in a similar fashion to the way their eyes track his shoulders. It's an almost delicate dance until he decides to disrupt it- in a way they aren't expecting.
A foot collides with the back of their knee, and Chara goes down silently. There's a shift in their expression; a moment of surprise and perhaps even fear.
If they hit the ground before they respond, they'll die.
It's this, coupled with too many times (far too many times) of close calls that has them twisting, slapping their free hand to the ground to force their momentum in a specific direction. They don't waste time looking up- don't waste time waiting to see a bat ready to come crashing down on their skull.
They're too busy letting their body collide with his legs, before taking a stab upwards.]
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A foot collides with the back of their knee, and Chara goes down silently. There's a shift in their expression; a moment of surprise and perhaps even fear.
If they hit the ground before they respond, they'll die.
It's this, coupled with too many times (far too many times) of close calls that has them twisting, slapping their free hand to the ground to force their momentum in a specific direction. They don't waste time looking up- don't waste time waiting to see a bat ready to come crashing down on their skull.
They're too busy letting their body collide with his legs, before taking a stab upwards.]