[ Xerxes Break has nearly flawless instincts, enabling him to evade foes with bloodthirsty intent, despite not being able to see them. That said, he can be sucker-punched very readily by his friends.
("friend" is probably a bit of a stretch when it comes to Kevin, but hey)
Or in this case, sucker-kicked. He goes down again. ]
What the hell--
[ This is both in response to the burning liquid that just rained down on him, and the fact that somebody (likely Kevin) kicked him. Yes, all right fine. He gets it. Teamwork. Teamwork. That's what his sentient weapon has been all about, so he might as well make use of the lesson this world has been trying to teach him. He props up on his elbows and calls: ]
Mister Cecil, come here! Mister--
[ Goddammit ]
KEVIN!
[ Urgh. Even after so many years, he really really hates that name. ]
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("friend" is probably a bit of a stretch when it comes to Kevin, but hey)
Or in this case, sucker-kicked. He goes down again. ]
What the hell--
[ This is both in response to the burning liquid that just rained down on him, and the fact that somebody (likely Kevin) kicked him. Yes, all right fine. He gets it. Teamwork. Teamwork. That's what his sentient weapon has been all about, so he might as well make use of the lesson this world has been trying to teach him. He props up on his elbows and calls: ]
Mister Cecil, come here! Mister--
[ Goddammit ]
KEVIN!
[ Urgh. Even after so many years, he really really hates that name. ]