Vex was right at home in a close fight. Comfortable enough to get close, possibly relying on magically defensive clothes and his conjurations to protect him. His conjurations were certainly doing the job on their own. If it wasn't for the telltale shimmer around his hand when he blocked the sword, it would have looked like Vex had impenetrable skin.
Tesseract had to change his tactic. The sword, he dropped, and that hand went down to protect himself. It was an easy enough task when Tesseract could 'protect' himself by simply tapping his opponent's knuckle.
His other hand was far less lucky, and Tesseract jerked it back with a sharp cry. Not broken. Tesseract knew broken bones. But the temporary spiked gauntlet certainly did damage beyond what thin air should have been able to do, and without thinking, Tesseract took advantage of Vex's foolish closed distance to press his injured hand down against the conjurer's ribs.
The clothes would protect Vex. But it would hurt him. It had to hurt him. And if that was enough for Tesseract to get behind him, that was all he needed.
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Tesseract had to change his tactic. The sword, he dropped, and that hand went down to protect himself. It was an easy enough task when Tesseract could 'protect' himself by simply tapping his opponent's knuckle.
His other hand was far less lucky, and Tesseract jerked it back with a sharp cry. Not broken. Tesseract knew broken bones. But the temporary spiked gauntlet certainly did damage beyond what thin air should have been able to do, and without thinking, Tesseract took advantage of Vex's foolish closed distance to press his injured hand down against the conjurer's ribs.
The clothes would protect Vex. But it would hurt him. It had to hurt him. And if that was enough for Tesseract to get behind him, that was all he needed.