Pounding through him is all of that adrenaline, rushing in as some headstrong wave to overcome. One false move and he might not make it out intact; as it stands, he can't possibly retreat. Not when the challenge is this irresistible, and his opponent so entrancing, his movements plunging straight into remorselessness. Oh, he's strong! Perhaps more indomitable than anyone he's faced yet. Only time will tell.
Tartaglia advances into it, instead, into the only feeling he's ever loved. So much devotion towards these sick delights. No weapons to fall back upon, his powers stifled, but he could care less as he dodges the first kick and parries the next, the soles of his boots skidding along the ground. ]
Gladly. I expect you to give it your all!
[ Or just suffer for it, as Tartaglia accepts the next kick only so he can twist into terrifying proximity. Lurching forward with his fists swung up, laughter drips into his voice. ]
Hold out on me— and you'll pay the price—!
[ Miss, miss, miss— but he throws the next punch and if it finds its mark, it'll be a clean hit. Does he stick the landing? ]
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Pounding through him is all of that adrenaline, rushing in as some headstrong wave to overcome. One false move and he might not make it out intact; as it stands, he can't possibly retreat. Not when the challenge is this irresistible, and his opponent so entrancing, his movements plunging straight into remorselessness. Oh, he's strong! Perhaps more indomitable than anyone he's faced yet. Only time will tell.
Tartaglia advances into it, instead, into the only feeling he's ever loved. So much devotion towards these sick delights. No weapons to fall back upon, his powers stifled, but he could care less as he dodges the first kick and parries the next, the soles of his boots skidding along the ground. ]
Gladly. I expect you to give it your all!
[ Or just suffer for it, as Tartaglia accepts the next kick only so he can twist into terrifying proximity. Lurching forward with his fists swung up, laughter drips into his voice. ]
Hold out on me— and you'll pay the price—!
[ Miss, miss, miss— but he throws the next punch and if it finds its mark, it'll be a clean hit. Does he stick the landing? ]