[ By any standard, Mordred's head is hard. But, by the same measure, Gray's head is equally as hard, and she has striker's advantage.
With an audible crack, the skin in the middle of Mordred's forehead splits open. Blood starts to trickle down into her eyes; vision blurring into a literal red haze. Pain-wise, it's nothing compared to the scythe buried in her shoulder, but it's distracting, and that's what counts. It's certainly enough to loosen her grip like Gray wanted. ]
Damn... you...! [ Gritting her teeth, Mordred swings a wild uppercut at Gray's chin, before wobbling once, twice, and dropping to her knees. Her left arm hanging limp and useless, she gropes in the dirt for Clarent, fury radiating off her in violent, practically tangible waves. Though she's threatened to kill Gray multiple times today alone, this is the first time it feels like she honestly might carry through with it, if she gets the chance to regain her feet and weapon. ]
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With an audible crack, the skin in the middle of Mordred's forehead splits open. Blood starts to trickle down into her eyes; vision blurring into a literal red haze. Pain-wise, it's nothing compared to the scythe buried in her shoulder, but it's distracting, and that's what counts. It's certainly enough to loosen her grip like Gray wanted. ]
Damn... you...! [ Gritting her teeth, Mordred swings a wild uppercut at Gray's chin, before wobbling once, twice, and dropping to her knees. Her left arm hanging limp and useless, she gropes in the dirt for Clarent, fury radiating off her in violent, practically tangible waves. Though she's threatened to kill Gray multiple times today alone, this is the first time it feels like she honestly might carry through with it, if she gets the chance to regain her feet and weapon. ]