[The knee does not give way entirely, but the force of the blow does divert it from charging to stumbling, black blood oozing out of the wound. Not spurting, just oozing, like something congealed. It drips to earth, withering plants immediately on contact.]
Heh heh heh. Little thing!
[One of those mitts the size of beachballs comes swinging down at Freya as Cu Chulainn stumbles by. Pen's rifle rings out again, striking it in the head and rocketing it backwards once again, potentially throwing off aim but who can say]
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Heh heh heh. Little thing!
[One of those mitts the size of beachballs comes swinging down at Freya as Cu Chulainn stumbles by. Pen's rifle rings out again, striking it in the head and rocketing it backwards once again, potentially throwing off aim but who can say]