[It is a testament to the inherent strength of the Undead that Isaka's sword does not buckle right away. There is a moment where it holds, where he holds ground, and even dares hope to push back and deflect the attack. But the heat of it is already singeing his feathers, burning his talons... and then it's enough to weaken the sword and snap it in two.
Defenseless now, that boot impacts with his chest, and the force of the kick drives him into the ground with such force that it makes a crater. A burner crater. With him in it, on fire.
Perhaps it is because he has experienced such a thing before, that he limits himself to just a low groan, as he tries to find it within himself to get back up. If he gets back up, then he hasn't lost. And he can't have lost again, not so soon! But after several futile moments, there comes the familiar crack of his belt snapping open.]
Nhggh... no...!
[What is less familiar, is the way his form suddenly ripples and warps, afterwards...]
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Defenseless now, that boot impacts with his chest, and the force of the kick drives him into the ground with such force that it makes a crater. A burner crater. With him in it, on fire.
Perhaps it is because he has experienced such a thing before, that he limits himself to just a low groan, as he tries to find it within himself to get back up. If he gets back up, then he hasn't lost. And he can't have lost again, not so soon! But after several futile moments, there comes the familiar crack of his belt snapping open.]
Nhggh... no...!
[What is less familiar, is the way his form suddenly ripples and warps, afterwards...]