[Most of the rounds follow the first, uselessly, into Charity's body. One, striking right between his eyes, has a more impressive effect, and he begins to fall... but that same red light closes up the hole again, and he rights himself before he hits the ground. He laughs, a soft chuckle that would be pleasant in any other circumstances, and coos:] Yes, you're very brave, but I'm afraid I can't let you have the space if you can't do any better than that!
[With that, he begins to advance. His pace is unhurried, but in the limited space of their little battleground, it still won't take him long to start digging his hardened claws into the old man's throat.]
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[With that, he begins to advance. His pace is unhurried, but in the limited space of their little battleground, it still won't take him long to start digging his hardened claws into the old man's throat.]