[That's about as far as he gets before a million-year-old man has a very good go at killing him again (can you do that? does that work?) and doesn't that just about figure, too? Ken may not know who the Hell he is right now, but he's getting the feeling that he's never been overfamiliar with good luck--
[But the unluckiest man in the world has got the reflexes of a bloody cat.
[Catches the blow on his forearm.]
Whoa! The fuck?!
[Actually he figures he's being quite restrained. Fuck fuck fuck that hurt you mad old bastard and there'd been something about his reaction, something both reflexive and calculated that Ken can't begin to get his head round: his blood's up, his heart's racing and isn't frightened enough, isn't anywhere near it. It should be shocking and it isn't. It just... isn't. He's thinking he should grab the stick.
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[That's about as far as he gets before a million-year-old man has a very good go at killing him again (can you do that? does that work?) and doesn't that just about figure, too? Ken may not know who the Hell he is right now, but he's getting the feeling that he's never been overfamiliar with good luck--
[But the unluckiest man in the world has got the reflexes of a bloody cat.
[Catches the blow on his forearm.]
Whoa! The fuck?!
[Actually he figures he's being quite restrained. Fuck fuck fuck that hurt you mad old bastard and there'd been something about his reaction, something both reflexive and calculated that Ken can't begin to get his head round: his blood's up, his heart's racing and isn't frightened enough, isn't anywhere near it. It should be shocking and it isn't. It just... isn't. He's thinking he should grab the stick.
[Holy shit. Whose body is this?]