no subject

[He stops short, skidding into a defensive stance as she leaps and twisting when he feels her hand speed toward his back. The card lands a little high on his back, but it does its job - he stumbles from the force of the explosion and bites back a pained cry. The attack landed close to his shoulder blade, the same shoulder her knife sliced open. Lowering his center of gravity, planting his feet firmly in the ground, he catches his balance with his sword held across his body.]

Damn you! [His shoulder aches sharply in protest as he launches toward her again, but he refuses to pause for a breath. The violent torrent of emotions inside him pulls him forward, and he couldn't do anything to fight the current even if he wanted to.]