Jonathan picks up into the air, crackling with the visibly glowing energy that is hamon- he seemed not to even move to create the lift, which might just be the first sign that things are about to go Oddly.
There's no second sign because rather abruptly, a bat has launched forward like a small torpedo, head performing the memorable strike that would ordinarily have been done with a pinky at Jolyne's diaphragm, right under the ribs.
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Jonathan picks up into the air, crackling with the visibly glowing energy that is hamon- he seemed not to even move to create the lift, which might just be the first sign that things are about to go Oddly.
There's no second sign because rather abruptly, a bat has launched forward like a small torpedo, head performing the memorable strike that would ordinarily have been done with a pinky at Jolyne's diaphragm, right under the ribs.
Just as quickly he pulls out and away.
"Right! That should have done it!"
On the one hand it did, on the other dat hurt