[Rule fucking one of fighting is to not let yourself be distracted by an opponent's taunts. That's basic goddamn shit right there. Strifing 101. Don't rise to his taunts. Don't be distracted by his taunts. For the love of fuck, do not be thrown off your game by his taunts.
If it had been anyone other than Bro saying that to him, he probably could've followed that one rule. Hell, the fact that it's Bro saying it to him means even more that he can't afford to slip up so easily.
But because it is Bro, because the need to prove him wrong and prove things have changed since the last time they fought and just fucking prove himself, period settles over him like a stifling, unbearable weight, he loses his cool. His mind briefly goes blank in a chorus of shits, fucks, you done fucked up Daves and why is Bro such a fucking assholes, and he doesn't see Bro's attack coming.
His sword embeds itself into the plush felt of a nearby puppet as it slips from his hands and across the room, out of his reach.]
Shit.
[Dave flinches, then brings his hands up reflexively to shield himself and block Bro's blow.]
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If it had been anyone other than Bro saying that to him, he probably could've followed that one rule. Hell, the fact that it's Bro saying it to him means even more that he can't afford to slip up so easily.
But because it is Bro, because the need to prove him wrong and prove things have changed since the last time they fought and just fucking prove himself, period settles over him like a stifling, unbearable weight, he loses his cool. His mind briefly goes blank in a chorus of shits, fucks, you done fucked up Daves and why is Bro such a fucking assholes, and he doesn't see Bro's attack coming.
His sword embeds itself into the plush felt of a nearby puppet as it slips from his hands and across the room, out of his reach.]
Shit.
[Dave flinches, then brings his hands up reflexively to shield himself and block Bro's blow.]