[ The kick definitely catches the doppelganger off-guard. So much of its focus had been on tracking the gleaming edge of Dextera's sword, wary of the damage it could cause, that it had underestimated Dextera's next movement. Even if it attempts to dodge back, it's not quite enough; Dextera's heel ends up catching it just below the ribcage, and it buckles as it staggers back a step.
Of course, with Dextera left so wide-open in the follow-through of that kick, it's quick to lunge back in afterwards, aiming to bash Dextera's head in.
Lucky, then, that Gen's recovered enough to deal some damage of his own, by now.
His own mace swings heavy to strike the doppelganger's side, the impact weighty enough to knock it off its feet and send it skidding across the ground. It coughs, retches, and its voice comes strained when it speaks again; the jerkiness of its movements suggests it's definitely capable of feeling pain as much as the original. But even so, it's quick to stubbornly stagger back to its feet, leering at Gen and Dextera both even as its expression contorts with pain. ]
... are you sure you want this? [ It speaks to Gen, first. Gen, who looks slightly sick, still breathing in halting gasps, watching this monster wearing his face continue to speak. ] Bet you're going to be jealous. [ Its gaze slides over to fix on Dextera, focused and sharp and oddly bitter, even as it continues to speak to its original. ] Whether he kills me, or I kill him ... you'll be jealous either way, won't you. Sick fuck.
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Of course, with Dextera left so wide-open in the follow-through of that kick, it's quick to lunge back in afterwards, aiming to bash Dextera's head in.
Lucky, then, that Gen's recovered enough to deal some damage of his own, by now.
His own mace swings heavy to strike the doppelganger's side, the impact weighty enough to knock it off its feet and send it skidding across the ground. It coughs, retches, and its voice comes strained when it speaks again; the jerkiness of its movements suggests it's definitely capable of feeling pain as much as the original. But even so, it's quick to stubbornly stagger back to its feet, leering at Gen and Dextera both even as its expression contorts with pain. ]
... are you sure you want this? [ It speaks to Gen, first. Gen, who looks slightly sick, still breathing in halting gasps, watching this monster wearing his face continue to speak. ] Bet you're going to be jealous. [ Its gaze slides over to fix on Dextera, focused and sharp and oddly bitter, even as it continues to speak to its original. ] Whether he kills me, or I kill him ... you'll be jealous either way, won't you. Sick fuck.