[ Instinct rises in him as the second attack follows, the same flicker of movement sending the length of the whip clapping against his shield again. The angle he takes it at forces the weapon to glance off a little more sharply this time, a physical push-back. Predicting the movement of something as supple as a whip is impossible, for the most part, and he no longer has the ability to read his surroundings on a quantum level. But he can move as if that is of no consequence, so long as he pares his awareness down to how she'll come against him next.
Allelujah squares his shield to defend again, keeping it within distance to guard his extremities. He understands the hits meant to search out how the weapon works, how he responds in kind, and his eyes have yet to harden. ]
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Allelujah squares his shield to defend again, keeping it within distance to guard his extremities. He understands the hits meant to search out how the weapon works, how he responds in kind, and his eyes have yet to harden. ]