At least, that's the intent of it. However, I have encountered people able to weather the pain to still attack me. [ His eyes close as he shrugs his shoulders. ] So, it really is hardly foolproof.
That's because you haven't developed any strategy around it.
[Kamui's disinterested drawl is matter-of-fact, a lecture with no love behind it.]
You keep calling it your defense, but it's not. It's an attack. You have to come up with your own defense to couple with it. Otherwise, you're left wide open every time.
An attack. [ Archangel lets his eyes drift down to his hand. ] I never quite thought of it as one. [ And he clicks his tongue at Kamui's assessment, because it is, ultimately, correct. ]
[Kamui flicks the table, leaving a visible scar in the wood, and is about to do it again. That's when the waitress reemerges. She's pushing a three tiered cart that is covered in steaming dishes, and behind her are two other staff members carrying the same. She smiles the professional smile of someone who has now seen everything, and Kamui grins back. Just in time to save the table from his boredom.
He's scarfing food down before she even sets out the second plate.]
[ He did use it in "battle." But it is more that he was so angry at his Koriel not listening to him that he wanted to strangle the life out of him, and when that didn't work, he attempted to flood the man's mind with pain to wear him down so he could kill him.
He lets out a small sigh. ]
Well. I've given you a lot to think about... so I'll pay the bill and await your answer about joining the Order. [ Archangel has a bit to think about, too. Like how to find a better means to use his ability.
But also, he is utterly disgusted by how Kamui eats and just wants to leave so he doesn't have to watch it anymore. ]
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[ He laughs softly in return. ]
At least, that's the intent of it. However, I have encountered people able to weather the pain to still attack me. [ His eyes close as he shrugs his shoulders. ] So, it really is hardly foolproof.
[ A small sigh slips out. ]
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[Kamui's disinterested drawl is matter-of-fact, a lecture with no love behind it.]
You keep calling it your defense, but it's not. It's an attack. You have to come up with your own defense to couple with it. Otherwise, you're left wide open every time.
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[ He actually sits a little straighter. ]
An attack. [ Archangel lets his eyes drift down to his hand. ] I never quite thought of it as one. [ And he clicks his tongue at Kamui's assessment, because it is, ultimately, correct. ]
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[Kamui flicks the table, leaving a visible scar in the wood, and is about to do it again. That's when the waitress reemerges. She's pushing a three tiered cart that is covered in steaming dishes, and behind her are two other staff members carrying the same. She smiles the professional smile of someone who has now seen everything, and Kamui grins back. Just in time to save the table from his boredom.
He's scarfing food down before she even sets out the second plate.]
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[ He did use it in "battle." But it is more that he was so angry at his Koriel not listening to him that he wanted to strangle the life out of him, and when that didn't work, he attempted to flood the man's mind with pain to wear him down so he could kill him.
He lets out a small sigh. ]
Well. I've given you a lot to think about... so I'll pay the bill and await your answer about joining the Order. [ Archangel has a bit to think about, too. Like how to find a better means to use his ability.
But also, he is utterly disgusted by how Kamui eats and just wants to leave so he doesn't have to watch it anymore. ]