In the strain of keeping up his attack, Vinnie's energy was very quickly diminishing. For his size, the scarred man was incredibly agile, and it took all his concentration to even chance a blow. But with his focus on the elemental control of his plants, he was too drained to anticipate the Russian as the distance between them quickly closed.
The Venusaur's leaves were deceptively sharp - each edge like a razor, cutting into Volgin's palms. But in the Russian's berserker haze, nothing else mattered; the large frond that rested against the top of Vinnie's head was in one brutal moment, grabbed, pulled, and torn.
The feeling was indescribable. Like someone had just sliced through a phantom limb, ripped a chunk out of his senses, flayed his skin, stole his breath. It was gone. Green, chlorophyll blood oozed from the wound, down across his face, as though to confirm it.
Just as Volgin suspected, the thrashing of the vines died away almost immediately, all of them slithering back to their homes in the dirt. With them, they took the last of Vinnie's strength. A double edged sword.
He couldn't do anything. Except, of course, screech in response to this new, foreign pain.
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The Venusaur's leaves were deceptively sharp - each edge like a razor, cutting into Volgin's palms. But in the Russian's berserker haze, nothing else mattered; the large frond that rested against the top of Vinnie's head was in one brutal moment, grabbed, pulled, and torn.
The feeling was indescribable. Like someone had just sliced through a phantom limb, ripped a chunk out of his senses, flayed his skin, stole his breath. It was gone. Green, chlorophyll blood oozed from the wound, down across his face, as though to confirm it.
Just as Volgin suspected, the thrashing of the vines died away almost immediately, all of them slithering back to their homes in the dirt. With them, they took the last of Vinnie's strength. A double edged sword.
He couldn't do anything. Except, of course, screech in response to this new, foreign pain.