[the moving magic clarifies his purpose, and he clicks his tongue. it's hard to tell if he's annoyed, impressed, or both. but if he's affected beyond that, there's no hint of it—there's no pause as felix recenters himself, and launches back at cedrik--
--the flat of the knife slaps, and bounces resoundingly against his forehead with a solid smak sound. the result is an aggrieved huff—then a jab at cedrik's solar plexus. even at close range, it's less focused and concentrated than his previous strikes, clearly caught off-guard by the hit, his ire at being made fun of wobbling it.
in the corner of the room, a crack begins to form across the floor, lengthening with each step and movement. it's just settling, is all!]
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--the flat of the knife slaps, and bounces resoundingly against his forehead with a solid smak sound. the result is an aggrieved huff—then a jab at cedrik's solar plexus. even at close range, it's less focused and concentrated than his previous strikes, clearly caught off-guard by the hit, his ire at being made fun of wobbling it.
in the corner of the room, a crack begins to form across the floor, lengthening with each step and movement. it's just settling, is all!]