[It strikes true, catching the vampire off the side of the head, enough to set his senses to swimming as he stumbles and falls back, landing on his delicate, aristocratic ass.
He lifts a hand to his now bruised and slightly singed face. For a moment that rage wars with confusion, until the latter eventually wins out and he winds up holding his poor, beautiful face.]
Ow. Was that really necessary?
[It was. He knows it. He's still near shaking in the aftermath of what just came over him.]
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He lifts a hand to his now bruised and slightly singed face. For a moment that rage wars with confusion, until the latter eventually wins out and he winds up holding his poor, beautiful face.]
Ow. Was that really necessary?
[It was. He knows it. He's still near shaking in the aftermath of what just came over him.]