[ Just when he thinks he's got his teeth in, he feels something metaphorically sock him in the jaw. It's enough to make him recoil with a violent shake of his head and a deep-chested snarl, only for his displeasure to be cut off thanks to the sharp jab to his upper body. It sends him wheezing and reeling — from all fours to his full height on two and what was brought on by his transformation — some steps back. There, where Kazuya made contact, cracks spiderweb out across the crystal protecting his vitals.
Things weren't supposed to fight back—
Roche shakes his head again, trying to shake the ringing in his skull. Something felt off but without the capacity to recognize it, he has no choice but to ignore it. (That was a problem for future-Roche.)
His tail lashes behind him and his posture shifts, arms relaxing and fingertips scratching along the cobblestone under his feet. He's slow, he knows this, but he's not that slow. The mako pumping in his blood alongside the infection made that possible and while he's not like the other infected out there, he can still... He has to.
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Things weren't supposed to fight back—
Roche shakes his head again, trying to shake the ringing in his skull. Something felt off but without the capacity to recognize it, he has no choice but to ignore it. (That was a problem for future-Roche.)
His tail lashes behind him and his posture shifts, arms relaxing and fingertips scratching along the cobblestone under his feet. He's slow, he knows this, but he's not that slow. The mako pumping in his blood alongside the infection made that possible and while he's not like the other infected out there, he can still... He has to.
He lunges in again, swiping towards his feet. ]