[ He gets into the stance almost like it's second nature -- boxing, a sport he's never taken in this life. Wonder where this comes from? And he looks at the things reflected in the sword, faint memory. He'd specifically trained like this with someone, even. Trade away that lame bokken, practice with the real sword. He needs to know everything he can to protect who he wants to the most.
This isn't Yves.
Salvation. He knows he lost his ticket a while ago. But nobody else needs to go down with him. ]
Destroy me all you like, but you are not hurting them!
[ Going in with a straight fucking hook, sometimes you just fisticuffs a ghost. He can get a stab direct to the shoulder but he just takes it like the damn adrenaline-fueled tank he is. ]
[ you do just fisticuffs a ghost. and marcoh does take a direct stab to the shoulder. the punch connects and yves staggers from the sheer force of it. his head turns the full 360 degrees—you've never seen yves's head do that, even as a ghost. weird.
but he doesn't feel pain.
so he doesn't stop. he even has the nerve to sound bewildered. ]
I'm trying to save you, even if it means destroying you.
[ because he's the hero even when he doesn't want to be the hero. he's the hero who's always had to be sacrificed first in life after life—what?—but this time the hero's duty is to destroy everything. he's done that too, admittedly not in this order. not starting with his friends. but he does it.
he twists the sword in marcoh's shoulder. and then tries to stab him again. ]
[ Ay that fuckin' smarts bud, a sharp grimace at the twist of blade, the slice as it pulls out to stab again, but he's ready for you.
He doesn't get why, doesn't get what Yves is talking about, but he knows the last thing he'd ever want to do is hurt his friends. He'd sooner get torn to shreds himself than let that happen. So he knows something is wrong, and Alll-mer forbid he's going to let him deal with it alone. He treats the second stab like a swing on its own, bobbing and weaving around it to try to get close to Yves, use his height to his advantage to just grab him, make him drop the sword, something. ]
[ in the end, yves is fast and he's nimble and he's a freak—but pure strength overwhelms him. he tries to dodge out of reach but marcoh's persistent and marcoh might have to endure a cut as he tries to angle the sword to regain distance—
but it's not quit enough. he's grabbed and just like
pouts about it ]
Manhandling a ghost isn't very fair.
[ but he doesn't want to drop his sword. he pauses briefly, like he's trying to make a decision of what to sacrifice. ]
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This isn't Yves.
Salvation. He knows he lost his ticket a while ago. But nobody else needs to go down with him. ]
Destroy me all you like, but you are not hurting them!
[ Going in with a straight fucking hook, sometimes you just fisticuffs a ghost. He can get a stab direct to the shoulder but he just takes it like the damn adrenaline-fueled tank he is. ]
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but he doesn't feel pain.
so he doesn't stop. he even has the nerve to sound bewildered. ]
I'm trying to save you, even if it means destroying you.
[ because he's the hero even when he doesn't want to be the hero. he's the hero who's always had to be sacrificed first in life after life—what?—but this time the hero's duty is to destroy everything. he's done that too, admittedly not in this order. not starting with his friends. but he does it.
he twists the sword in marcoh's shoulder. and then tries to stab him again. ]
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He doesn't get why, doesn't get what Yves is talking about, but he knows the last thing he'd ever want to do is hurt his friends. He'd sooner get torn to shreds himself than let that happen. So he knows something is wrong, and Alll-mer forbid he's going to let him deal with it alone. He treats the second stab like a swing on its own, bobbing and weaving around it to try to get close to Yves, use his height to his advantage to just grab him, make him drop the sword, something. ]
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but it's not quit enough. he's grabbed and just like
pouts about it ]
Manhandling a ghost isn't very fair.
[ but he doesn't want to drop his sword. he pauses briefly, like he's trying to make a decision of what to sacrifice. ]
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Too bad.
[ CAP HIS ASS JIAOQIU!!! ]