[ Ouch. He grits his teeth and rolls off to the side, sitting back up onto his knee. He keeps one hand over the wound, white scale singed black. The other hand has the knife, which spits purple. He heaves for breath and kicks off, coming again.
This time accompanied by static electricity that thrives in the dry air. The prickling web of electricity closes in, clinging. Then the gathered particles connect with stinging power. Unfortunate that the physical knife follows after that. Majima decides against aiming for Lio's face. He'll be fine, probably. It's just a little electricity. No big deal. ]
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This time accompanied by static electricity that thrives in the dry air. The prickling web of electricity closes in, clinging. Then the gathered particles connect with stinging power. Unfortunate that the physical knife follows after that. Majima decides against aiming for Lio's face. He'll be fine, probably. It's just a little electricity. No big deal. ]