[Taako doesn't get into fights like this, brutal and desperate scraps are long behind him, so Dodger slamming his head into the wall does a number on him, enough to draw a little cry of pain as the spell drops, lost in the way his head spins. Finally, after all that, he's actually a little scared. So many of his spells hit an area, not a person, and there's a lot he can't cast right now purely because he'd catch himself in it too.]
Fuck, okay, gods. [His voice is rough and a little weak, but he tries to sound like he's not as worried as he is.] You've made your point, are we done?
[Something tells him it won't be that easy, but he has to try.]
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Fuck, okay, gods. [His voice is rough and a little weak, but he tries to sound like he's not as worried as he is.] You've made your point, are we done?
[Something tells him it won't be that easy, but he has to try.]