[It takes both arms for Damian to block Kanda's feistier blows. He uses the bend of his elbow to try to lessen most of the brunt of them, or sweeps his arm down and around and up, Wing Chun style, to roll it away.
But even blocking the attacks doesn't make him a solid wall. He's too small of frame, too light of weight. Despite having good footwork in position, the blocked hit to his side sends him skidding and dancing back.
His arms quickly come back up, ready, stiff and sure, but there's a growing, stinging ache on his ribs that'll likely turn into a nasty bruise. Pain is the teacher and redeemer, and he wills himself not to feel it mentally.]
Unless you're defeating me, that's the last time you'll touch me.
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But even blocking the attacks doesn't make him a solid wall. He's too small of frame, too light of weight. Despite having good footwork in position, the blocked hit to his side sends him skidding and dancing back.
His arms quickly come back up, ready, stiff and sure, but there's a growing, stinging ache on his ribs that'll likely turn into a nasty bruise. Pain is the teacher and redeemer, and he wills himself not to feel it mentally.]
Unless you're defeating me, that's the last time you'll touch me.