[ well, it semi-works! the body control thing really is getting annoying, especially when he finds the knife flying towards him and him being viscerally unable to move his head, for some reason.
however, he doesn't really know the meaning of fear-- instead, he digs the hilt of his sword into the palm of his hand, drawing blood. suddenly, jerking his head to the right, the knife grazes his cheek, scraping across his mask. ... fuuuuu that was his only mask!!
he jumps back at this, however, as though to regroup. ]
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however, he doesn't really know the meaning of fear-- instead, he digs the hilt of his sword into the palm of his hand, drawing blood. suddenly, jerking his head to the right, the knife grazes his cheek, scraping across his mask. ... fuuuuu that was his only mask!!
he jumps back at this, however, as though to regroup. ]