[ No, the attack does not hit. But not because Mitsuhide dodged -- rather he dropped himself down to lay closer to the ground as his planted scythe takes the blunt of the lightning strike. The unholy weapon glows bright, electricity rippling off of it and rendering it impractical for him to take it in hand yet again. ]
Do you know the language of dragons?
[ His head twists, like the bones of his neck are too few and allows for rotation that would be impossible. He opens his mouth as the back of his mouth swims in red and crimson starts to pour out of his mouth. It runs down his chin, down his neck.
The corners of his lips turn up into a wide smile. It is but seconds later that a violent laugh erupts out, sptting an arching wave of blood. He starts giggling louder and louder the black fog gathers around him more. His head snaps to the side, spilling red into his hair.
The fog changes shape. It no longer appears as a dense cloud of black, but turns instead into the shape of faces -- translucent screaming faces that surround and wrap themselves around Mitsuhide. His eyes keep their haunting glow before he sprints forward, dragging along only one scythe and leaving the dagger still buried in his stomach, trailing the whip along with it.
But instead of lifting the scythe up to do a strike-down attack, he lets his back once more fold. He drops low to the ground as he spins at the waist in a short-fast circle with the scythe swiping about in chaotic swings. ]
Smile! Let me cut a mouth that is smiling! [ Indeed, what he means is that vicious curve of the scythe will literally cut a smile upon Xu Shu no matter where it hits. But most importantly, he will be seeing the other's blood. Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood! The ghastly faces wrap themselves around the scythe's blade. If blade touches flesh, those faces will pull the "smile" cut wider.
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Do you know the language of dragons?
[ His head twists, like the bones of his neck are too few and allows for rotation that would be impossible. He opens his mouth as the back of his mouth swims in red and crimson starts to pour out of his mouth. It runs down his chin, down his neck.
The corners of his lips turn up into a wide smile. It is but seconds later that a violent laugh erupts out, sptting an arching wave of blood. He starts giggling louder and louder the black fog gathers around him more. His head snaps to the side, spilling red into his hair.
The fog changes shape. It no longer appears as a dense cloud of black, but turns instead into the shape of faces -- translucent screaming faces that surround and wrap themselves around Mitsuhide. His eyes keep their haunting glow before he sprints forward, dragging along only one scythe and leaving the dagger still buried in his stomach, trailing the whip along with it.
But instead of lifting the scythe up to do a strike-down attack, he lets his back once more fold. He drops low to the ground as he spins at the waist in a short-fast circle with the scythe swiping about in chaotic swings. ]
Smile! Let me cut a mouth that is smiling! [ Indeed, what he means is that vicious curve of the scythe will literally cut a smile upon Xu Shu no matter where it hits. But most importantly, he will be seeing the other's blood. Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood! The ghastly faces wrap themselves around the scythe's blade. If blade touches flesh, those faces will pull the "smile" cut wider.
Because everyone wants to be smiling! ]