Vex's clothes didn't have the same magical defences as any of the Elders. That was a surprising piece of luck. Tesseract barely had the time to wonder if Vex and Ghastly Bespoke had some sort of falling out before his wrist fractured under the force of spiked brass-knuckles that were gone as quickly as they had appeared.
Vex was the first to stumble away with broken ribs, giving Tesseract a much-needed moment to recover his senses and take stock. Low somewhere behind him. Unable to use her sword, still a viable threat. Wreath, supposedly blind, yet all too aware of his surroundings with possession of a strange new form of magic no one understood. Vex, theoretically smart enough to be down for the count, but obviously still strong enough to manage one last energy-beam.
Tesseract dodged that. He didn't manage to dodge Wreath's bolt - but he knew it wouldn't kill him. Sanguine was still alive. Vanished, but alive.
Tesseract met the bolt head-on and grunted under its force, clenching his teeth hard against the way it jolted his fractured wrist, gasping at the sudden and intense pain that wracked the rest of his body. It was painful and it was disorienting, but when the pain cleared, that was all it was. Painful and disorienting. Tesseract was still on his feet, his head was still clear, and he barely took the time to wonder why. He went straight for Wreath, gripped the chair behind the desk between them, and made as little noise as possible while he threw it straight at Wreath's head.
"Watch out!" Low cried out behind him as the chair sailed through the air. So much for that.
Tesseract was already moving, following the chair, hoping it would distract Wreath long enough for Tesseract to kill him even despite Low's warning. Footsteps echoed back behind the desk and, with a thump, were on the ceiling - Tesseract kept an ear out for those while he got close and swung a punch.
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Vex was the first to stumble away with broken ribs, giving Tesseract a much-needed moment to recover his senses and take stock. Low somewhere behind him. Unable to use her sword, still a viable threat. Wreath, supposedly blind, yet all too aware of his surroundings with possession of a strange new form of magic no one understood. Vex, theoretically smart enough to be down for the count, but obviously still strong enough to manage one last energy-beam.
Tesseract dodged that. He didn't manage to dodge Wreath's bolt - but he knew it wouldn't kill him. Sanguine was still alive. Vanished, but alive.
Tesseract met the bolt head-on and grunted under its force, clenching his teeth hard against the way it jolted his fractured wrist, gasping at the sudden and intense pain that wracked the rest of his body. It was painful and it was disorienting, but when the pain cleared, that was all it was. Painful and disorienting. Tesseract was still on his feet, his head was still clear, and he barely took the time to wonder why. He went straight for Wreath, gripped the chair behind the desk between them, and made as little noise as possible while he threw it straight at Wreath's head.
"Watch out!" Low cried out behind him as the chair sailed through the air. So much for that.
Tesseract was already moving, following the chair, hoping it would distract Wreath long enough for Tesseract to kill him even despite Low's warning. Footsteps echoed back behind the desk and, with a thump, were on the ceiling - Tesseract kept an ear out for those while he got close and swung a punch.