[ It happens quickly, and maybe that should have been expected, given the way this spirit moves. They've both had to be at the peak of their game to keep up, to keep it at bay. Maybe, in the end, this is the thing that stops it— finally getting what it wants.
Vanitas wouldn't even say he moved wrong, so much as he isn't infallible. Nobody is— and while he and Riku have both been using a variation of a sword for a long, long time, sometimes the opponent just has that right twist, that right opening. The spirit catches Vanitas' keyblade and the metal sings as the obsidian blade gets caught in the teeth. It jerks the keyblade, and Vanitas goes with it—
Dual-wielding has it's benefits, it turns out. The second blade goes right through his middle, and the effect is almost immediate. ]
Hrk— [ The impact is smooth. Vanitas might not even have noticed it, if he didn't feel his lungs suddenly struggling to work. If the blood didn't leap right up his esophagus, paint his tongue in copper and start oozing over his pale lips. He's face to face with the spirit, his pupils small and his eyes huge, and the spirit is expressionless. Vanitas can't even see his reflection in it's mask.
The blade twists in his gut and slices outward, and Vanitas starts to bleed in earnest. He chokes on what comes up in his mouth, it starts to pour down his waist. The spirit could have cut him clean in half if it's swing had been wide enough. Void Gear falls from his hand and hits the dirt with a clatter.
Darkness hemorrhages out of him and Vanitas pours it onto the spirit in a last, desperate effort to swallow the thing into a Dark Corridor, to send it somewhere far away— maybe somewhere beyond the lake. Somewhere nobody can go. ]
cw; blood
Vanitas wouldn't even say he moved wrong, so much as he isn't infallible. Nobody is— and while he and Riku have both been using a variation of a sword for a long, long time, sometimes the opponent just has that right twist, that right opening. The spirit catches Vanitas' keyblade and the metal sings as the obsidian blade gets caught in the teeth. It jerks the keyblade, and Vanitas goes with it—
Dual-wielding has it's benefits, it turns out. The second blade goes right through his middle, and the effect is almost immediate. ]
Hrk— [ The impact is smooth. Vanitas might not even have noticed it, if he didn't feel his lungs suddenly struggling to work. If the blood didn't leap right up his esophagus, paint his tongue in copper and start oozing over his pale lips. He's face to face with the spirit, his pupils small and his eyes huge, and the spirit is expressionless. Vanitas can't even see his reflection in it's mask.
The blade twists in his gut and slices outward, and Vanitas starts to bleed in earnest. He chokes on what comes up in his mouth, it starts to pour down his waist. The spirit could have cut him clean in half if it's swing had been wide enough. Void Gear falls from his hand and hits the dirt with a clatter.
Darkness hemorrhages out of him and Vanitas pours it onto the spirit in a last, desperate effort to swallow the thing into a Dark Corridor, to send it somewhere far away— maybe somewhere beyond the lake. Somewhere nobody can go. ]