[ from the moment that he feels his footing slip, he knows that he's made a grave mistake.
what remains of his seemingly confident composure falls apart right then, his breath coming quickly, shallowly; not that he can manage any more than that, actually, given the weight pushing down against his chest. and he follows the blade with his eyes, somehow trying to sink further against the floor, as if he can, despite hijikata's floors not being made out of soft carpet material — so ultimately, backing away is useless.
— along with anything else that he could have done to avoid that.
there's a gasp, as he turns his head, and even as he watches blood soak into the sleeve of his jacket, he doesn't understand; he finds that his heart hurts along with his arm, not just because it's just been pressed down on, and he doesn't understand.
it's not a fatal injury by any means, but it hurts just as much collectively.
he looks back up at him wordlessly, for a few seconds, and he seems far more shocked than angry — that this bot would do this, with hijikata's appearance; and then, he slowly lifts his free arm to try to push the blade back out. of course, he isn't strong enough to manage that with one hand; he's not a strong sword, by any means. ]
why is our do-m and do-s backwards like this
what remains of his seemingly confident composure falls apart right then, his breath coming quickly, shallowly; not that he can manage any more than that, actually, given the weight pushing down against his chest. and he follows the blade with his eyes, somehow trying to sink further against the floor, as if he can, despite hijikata's floors not being made out of soft carpet material — so ultimately, backing away is useless.
— along with anything else that he could have done to avoid that.
there's a gasp, as he turns his head, and even as he watches blood soak into the sleeve of his jacket, he doesn't understand; he finds that his heart hurts along with his arm, not just because it's just been pressed down on, and he doesn't understand.
it's not a fatal injury by any means, but it hurts just as much collectively.
he looks back up at him wordlessly, for a few seconds, and he seems far more shocked than angry — that this bot would do this, with hijikata's appearance; and then, he slowly lifts his free arm to try to push the blade back out. of course, he isn't strong enough to manage that with one hand; he's not a strong sword, by any means. ]