[ Sense returns to him in clumsy flashes. It comes unwillingly: his mind aches with that curdling iridescence. It doesn't do to him what it would do to a human. He doesn't fracture outward from himself, but in towards a creature built for pressures like these. His voice distorts and rumbles metallic on every panted breath.
John scrapes himself together. His vision resolves back down to a human spectrum, except for the spots and flickers of eighth-color in his eyes. His thoughts resolve back into English, the rhythm he would put into Arthur's mind: The man approaches for another blow— for a finishing blow. His eyes are wild. He... limps heavily. There is a flimsy metal brace on one leg.
Perhaps it's the monster in him, or perhaps it's the human. John doesn't try to run. He twists just enough to put himself into position, his knees tucked free of the rubble, his heels to the corrupted ground. He allows Jayce to rise, looming, above him. He waits for the hammer to come up. ]
You... [ That metallic voice twists with contempt. ] ...liar.
[ He kicks hard for that spindly knee brace, hungry for the bend or snap of metal, and rolls free. Given an instant's reprieve, he'll tackle Jayce with impossible weight in his skinny frame. His only goal is to wrench that hammer away. ]
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John scrapes himself together. His vision resolves back down to a human spectrum, except for the spots and flickers of eighth-color in his eyes. His thoughts resolve back into English, the rhythm he would put into Arthur's mind: The man approaches for another blow— for a finishing blow. His eyes are wild. He... limps heavily. There is a flimsy metal brace on one leg.
Perhaps it's the monster in him, or perhaps it's the human. John doesn't try to run. He twists just enough to put himself into position, his knees tucked free of the rubble, his heels to the corrupted ground. He allows Jayce to rise, looming, above him. He waits for the hammer to come up. ]
You... [ That metallic voice twists with contempt. ] ...liar.
[ He kicks hard for that spindly knee brace, hungry for the bend or snap of metal, and rolls free. Given an instant's reprieve, he'll tackle Jayce with impossible weight in his skinny frame. His only goal is to wrench that hammer away. ]