[ there's a groan, a furrow of his brows when the other "him" disappears with ease. how funny, is this what he's dealing with today? to shadow, this is just a cage that needs to be destroyed along with everything in it. he is desensitized to the idea of seeing his dead body, how many times has he crushed the pipes of his throat over and over and over again. the final "breath" when air sputters from the exhaust, or the oil that links that's so black reminds him of his dark beginnings. however, he doesn't hesitate, as far as he knows, he'll crush them all if he needs to.
his ears twitch, wary of his surroundings enough that staying in place is always a bad idea. the curiosity of the crowd annoys him, he's able to detect a change in the nearby current of the air as he curls forward, spinning backwards to narrowly avoid the attack. he's quick to uncurl, standing at full height as he reaches for the ankle of the hedgehog, for a brief moment, shadow's reaction is very subtle as though he's noticed something in the way he looks at his opponent before spinning on his heels to toss the other far from him.
whether he goes towards the shield or skids against the ground, it's none of shadow's concern. instead, he looks at the palm of his hand, thumb brushing along the surface of each digit. it wasn't his imagination. ]
...
[ the announcer has a necklace around it's neck, the item blinking every so often has caught shadow's attention.
even so, he can't ignore the other him within the arena. ]
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his ears twitch, wary of his surroundings enough that staying in place is always a bad idea. the curiosity of the crowd annoys him, he's able to detect a change in the nearby current of the air as he curls forward, spinning backwards to narrowly avoid the attack. he's quick to uncurl, standing at full height as he reaches for the ankle of the hedgehog, for a brief moment, shadow's reaction is very subtle as though he's noticed something in the way he looks at his opponent before spinning on his heels to toss the other far from him.
whether he goes towards the shield or skids against the ground, it's none of shadow's concern. instead, he looks at the palm of his hand, thumb brushing along the surface of each digit. it wasn't his imagination. ]
...
[ the announcer has a necklace around it's neck, the item blinking every so often has caught shadow's attention.
even so, he can't ignore the other him within the arena. ]
Hm.