[Vash didn't exactly want to give his brother more weapons to use against him, but at the moment he is glad that they're just sinking into his flesh and not the crowd.
His willing offer of his own abilities wavers and eventually cut off from Knives unless his twin is able to keep the channel by himself open. Vash doesn't have enough practice to keep it going while his body is in so much pain and distress. He plants his hands on the ground in an effort to keep himself upright. Tears being to fall again as he feels those unnaturally sharp knives cut into him.] Ow, ow, ow, ow. [He tries to bear it all as he starts to feel a bit like his upper half is becoming a bit like a puppet on strings with how many knives are being pressed into him.
The crowd continues to cheer. Loving ever twist of agony across Vash's face. There's even a couple shouting a few helpful places below the belt where Knives should stick his blades into. This is Duplicity after all. If it can fit up a butt (or even when it can't), someone is into it.]
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His willing offer of his own abilities wavers and eventually cut off from Knives unless his twin is able to keep the channel by himself open. Vash doesn't have enough practice to keep it going while his body is in so much pain and distress. He plants his hands on the ground in an effort to keep himself upright. Tears being to fall again as he feels those unnaturally sharp knives cut into him.] Ow, ow, ow, ow. [He tries to bear it all as he starts to feel a bit like his upper half is becoming a bit like a puppet on strings with how many knives are being pressed into him.
The crowd continues to cheer. Loving ever twist of agony across Vash's face. There's even a couple shouting a few helpful places below the belt where Knives should stick his blades into. This is Duplicity after all. If it can fit up a butt (or even when it can't), someone is into it.]