[So he says, in his subconscious mind, because it knows the word even though consciously Fawkes really has no idea what it means or how it could be useful against the crow; he only knows that he's seen it in his memories, and that it'd worked, and that the name of what had worked was simply that: ojigi.
He shifts, sliding his foot along the ground before bringing it down in a swift stamp, and a few seconds later there's the ugly sound of writhing vines off in the distance, and a faint yell that comes accompanied by what might be the sound of bones cracking. Still, it's too far off to see anything of it; the horror, for the moment, is muted and nebulous.]
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[So he says, in his subconscious mind, because it knows the word even though consciously Fawkes really has no idea what it means or how it could be useful against the crow; he only knows that he's seen it in his memories, and that it'd worked, and that the name of what had worked was simply that: ojigi.
He shifts, sliding his foot along the ground before bringing it down in a swift stamp, and a few seconds later there's the ugly sound of writhing vines off in the distance, and a faint yell that comes accompanied by what might be the sound of bones cracking. Still, it's too far off to see anything of it; the horror, for the moment, is muted and nebulous.]
Hm. That was less interesting than the last time.