(In moving too quickly, Cornelius realizes the true pain of hitting a trophy shelf so hard and doesn't attack right away as a result. He's definitely feeling that one tomorrow, but if it means Guzma has a tomorrow at all, then he can deal with it.
It's enough to keep him from reacting to the rain of bone and lava right away, directing his persona to guard Guzma directly while he's too far away. Even with Liu Bei taking a defensive stance, he's still scuffed with cuts and burns, wounds that transfer over to the pooka's body as several cuts form along his body.
Because his persona is the larger body here, he decides it's best to have it guard the unconscious man while Cornelius goes in for the attack, gritting his teeth and trying to shake off the pain as best as he can. The continuing rain of bone and lava makes that difficult, even if Cornelius himself is a smaller target. Severing the shadow's arms seems to do the trick and hey, no fists means it can't beat itself up, right? It's a metaphor that too loudly echoes the man's inner pain.
All the same, he's charging back in, sword drawn to try and sever those remaining arms.)
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It's enough to keep him from reacting to the rain of bone and lava right away, directing his persona to guard Guzma directly while he's too far away. Even with Liu Bei taking a defensive stance, he's still scuffed with cuts and burns, wounds that transfer over to the pooka's body as several cuts form along his body.
Because his persona is the larger body here, he decides it's best to have it guard the unconscious man while Cornelius goes in for the attack, gritting his teeth and trying to shake off the pain as best as he can. The continuing rain of bone and lava makes that difficult, even if Cornelius himself is a smaller target. Severing the shadow's arms seems to do the trick and hey, no fists means it can't beat itself up, right? It's a metaphor that too loudly echoes the man's inner pain.
All the same, he's charging back in, sword drawn to try and sever those remaining arms.)