[There's a pained yelp as he falls, since he hadn't been expecting that for some fuckin reason! At least Mandricardo is here to break his fall so his bruises and little broken bonesies aren't rattled around too badly. Up this close, he'll probably be able to smell the iron tang of blood, gunpowder and burned fabric from Sakyou's messy outfit.
He's also immediately struggling for FREEDOM like a puffed up cat, despite the fact that it's probably reopening some of his cuts. God. Now he's going to make Mandricardo a mess, too. Unsurprising - that's the way it always is. Part of his sword is also probably awkwardly just wedged between them which is surely not comfortable for anyone here, but it's fine.]
Why don't you get it—?!
[It's not accusatory and not exactly angry. There's something in his voice that almost sounds panicked, actually. That said, his adrenaline sure is failing him, and if Mandricardo insists on holding on throughout his period of struggle, he'll eventually falter and wheeze a little.]
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He's also immediately struggling for FREEDOM like a puffed up cat, despite the fact that it's probably reopening some of his cuts. God. Now he's going to make Mandricardo a mess, too. Unsurprising - that's the way it always is. Part of his sword is also probably awkwardly just wedged between them which is surely not comfortable for anyone here, but it's fine.]
Why don't you get it—?!
[It's not accusatory and not exactly angry. There's something in his voice that almost sounds panicked, actually. That said, his adrenaline sure is failing him, and if Mandricardo insists on holding on throughout his period of struggle, he'll eventually falter and wheeze a little.]