[ Strong as he is, he doesn't quite outmatch Genji in terms of pure agility. He dances out of range of the sword, but that only gives Genji what he wants--Fenris is pushed back towards the alley, and he opens himself up for the attack that comes next.
Fenris's eyes widen as the shuriken stick him to the wall, buried half in what remains of his shirt and half in the dirty stone behind him. He breathes out in a slow hiss. Blood flecks his lips, which already feel slick and stinging from earlier wounds. He digs his fingers into the stone behind him as his circuitry flashes, as though it's trying to do something that it can't quite remember. ]
You don't know anything about me.
[ He jerks, hard, against the shuriken, quite literally tearing himself free. His shirt hangs uselessly off of his wiry frame, revealing more of the intricate circuitry carved into his body. He looks towards the anxious crowd. The fight has subdued them somewhat, at least. Given them something to focus on.
Fenris spits blood. He takes a staggering step forward, and then shakes his head. ]
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Fenris's eyes widen as the shuriken stick him to the wall, buried half in what remains of his shirt and half in the dirty stone behind him. He breathes out in a slow hiss. Blood flecks his lips, which already feel slick and stinging from earlier wounds. He digs his fingers into the stone behind him as his circuitry flashes, as though it's trying to do something that it can't quite remember. ]
You don't know anything about me.
[ He jerks, hard, against the shuriken, quite literally tearing himself free. His shirt hangs uselessly off of his wiry frame, revealing more of the intricate circuitry carved into his body. He looks towards the anxious crowd. The fight has subdued them somewhat, at least. Given them something to focus on.
Fenris spits blood. He takes a staggering step forward, and then shakes his head. ]
We're done here.