[He's bringing his arms up, having witnessed her battle tactics enough times to know an attack was coming his way. While she hits again, he slams his elbow down, taking out whatever rage and pain he's feeling from the strikes so far into a hit of his own. His shield, which normally would have absorbed the pain of these minuscule blows has been foolishly left in his room. But then who would of thought he'd be fighting like this? Mordecai would scold himself for it later, right now his focus was getting the redhead back.]
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