[ No doubt about it: Genji is mercilessly fast. He moves like water itself, liquid and bright; Fenris has trouble tracking him as Genji strikes--once, twice, three times. Fenris dodges as best he can, but he can't avoid the brunt of it. Genji's katana cuts open Fenris's uniform, shredding the top, biting into the skin beneath. Blood spatters onto the ground.
Fenris snarls. Wisdom would have him jump away, try to create distance. But he's angry and frustrated, and the hot feel of his own blood dripping down his stomach doesn't do anything to moderate that rage. So he leaps forward, instead, trying to not so much get within Genji's range as push beyond it, to grab his attacker by the throat with one hand and punch him with the other. He doesn't seem to care how well he succeeds--though he's not shouting, his expression is tight with fury, and his muscles tense enough to snap. ]
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Fenris snarls. Wisdom would have him jump away, try to create distance. But he's angry and frustrated, and the hot feel of his own blood dripping down his stomach doesn't do anything to moderate that rage. So he leaps forward, instead, trying to not so much get within Genji's range as push beyond it, to grab his attacker by the throat with one hand and punch him with the other. He doesn't seem to care how well he succeeds--though he's not shouting, his expression is tight with fury, and his muscles tense enough to snap. ]
I do as I am bid. I do as I must.