He actually hadn't been expecting an attack at all, so the whole thing came as a bit of a surprise. His reflexes might have been slower, if it weren't for Wreath's cane sweeping up first.
Craven instinctively stepped backwards and pulled the shadows around in a protective barrier, to counteract whatever attack Wreath was about to use. But no attack came; the cane was just an ordinary cane after all. From the protective barrier, it was simple to condense the shadows with a flick of his wrist and let the darkness absorb the bullet, soak it up, and spit it back out.
Solomon Wreath, a distant part of him noted with glee, does not have any magic. Forced to rely on a gun for self defense. This was so fitting, Craven almost wanted to pinch himself to make sure he was really awake.
The darkness faded along with his strength, and - before Wreath would have any time to reload - Craven struck. Aiming for the leg, just to cripple him, just at first. With a shadow sharpened to a point, like a knife, like a spear, he jabbed as hard as he could right into Wreath's left lower leg.
Cain screamed something right as the spear would have hit, but Craven didn't particularly care what. What he did care about was when she snapped her palms forward and an invisible force knocked him to the side, where he just barely managed to avoid slamming his head against the wall.
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He actually hadn't been expecting an attack at all, so the whole thing came as a bit of a surprise. His reflexes might have been slower, if it weren't for Wreath's cane sweeping up first.
Craven instinctively stepped backwards and pulled the shadows around in a protective barrier, to counteract whatever attack Wreath was about to use. But no attack came; the cane was just an ordinary cane after all. From the protective barrier, it was simple to condense the shadows with a flick of his wrist and let the darkness absorb the bullet, soak it up, and spit it back out.
Solomon Wreath, a distant part of him noted with glee, does not have any magic. Forced to rely on a gun for self defense. This was so fitting, Craven almost wanted to pinch himself to make sure he was really awake.
The darkness faded along with his strength, and - before Wreath would have any time to reload - Craven struck. Aiming for the leg, just to cripple him, just at first. With a shadow sharpened to a point, like a knife, like a spear, he jabbed as hard as he could right into Wreath's left lower leg.
Cain screamed something right as the spear would have hit, but Craven didn't particularly care what. What he did care about was when she snapped her palms forward and an invisible force knocked him to the side, where he just barely managed to avoid slamming his head against the wall.