[ The strike comes and Cedrik does nothing to dodge it. The purpose of the magic becomes clear as the blow seems to land, sweeping across his chest, but what should have drawn blood instead leaves only a faint scratch and tear in Cedrik's shirt.
It's as if he wasn't quite where Felix thought he was, some sort of double image layered on top of himself to misdirect the blow. Unfortunately the illusion cannot remain, meaning Cedrik will have to get creative to avoid the next hit.
In the meanwhile, staying close has kept Cedrik in range to retaliate, sweeping his knife towards Felix's face--
The knife is turned to slap him with the flat of the blade if it hits, he said he'd be gentle.
The lunge knocks a stone loose from under Cedrik's feet and that crackling noise begins to grow... ]
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It's as if he wasn't quite where Felix thought he was, some sort of double image layered on top of himself to misdirect the blow. Unfortunately the illusion cannot remain, meaning Cedrik will have to get creative to avoid the next hit.
In the meanwhile, staying close has kept Cedrik in range to retaliate, sweeping his knife towards Felix's face--
The knife is turned to slap him with the flat of the blade if it hits, he said he'd be gentle.
The lunge knocks a stone loose from under Cedrik's feet and that crackling noise begins to grow... ]