[It's exactly the kind of jumpscare he got used to on the first floor. The rushing something, the figure twisted out of shadow, barely starts to resolve into a shape before Brook darts into the space Kai left and drives that reinforced fist into its general head area. Unlike attacking a real shadow, he makes a solid, audible impact, and the thing staggers slightly, its charge broken. Then it lifts its head and stares directly at them. Despite not having yet formed eyes, the hatred in its gaze is still palpable.
Brook shifts half a step back. Not a lot of room to maneuver in a dormitory hall.]
Not enough, huh?
[This power-nerfing business is bullshit. A bead of sweat forms on the back of Brook's neck. Maybe he ought to be worried after all.]
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Brook shifts half a step back. Not a lot of room to maneuver in a dormitory hall.]
Not enough, huh?
[This power-nerfing business is bullshit. A bead of sweat forms on the back of Brook's neck. Maybe he ought to be worried after all.]
You know if these things can die?