I thought we were--ah! [Killua is too slow this time. He leans back to avoid the hit, and while his chin clears it his nose isn't so lucky. There's a loud, definitive crack and a splash of blood as Killua is knocked back, hitting the floor hard with a wheeze as he rolls over, clutching his face.
Blood's pooling out between his fingers and dripping onto the mat below, and his voice is nasally.] Ow, you jerk!
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Blood's pooling out between his fingers and dripping onto the mat below, and his voice is nasally.] Ow, you jerk!