[So Dorian raises his sword up. He feels the weight of the blade and his arm and the hilt, all on his fist's grip. He feels the potential in the pommel's rounded ending. He feels nothing at all.
And he drives the sword down.
Again and again, again and again and again, he takes all the weight of a weapon and gravity and brings it down on Hyde's face. And he doesn't care if nothing breaks or stays broken, he doesn't care if there is blood or bone, he just takes satisfaction in the doing of it. In the feeling of all that weight slamming into Edward Hyde without mercy for him.]
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[So Dorian raises his sword up. He feels the weight of the blade and his arm and the hilt, all on his fist's grip. He feels the potential in the pommel's rounded ending. He feels nothing at all.
And he drives the sword down.
Again and again, again and again and again, he takes all the weight of a weapon and gravity and brings it down on Hyde's face. And he doesn't care if nothing breaks or stays broken, he doesn't care if there is blood or bone, he just takes satisfaction in the doing of it. In the feeling of all that weight slamming into Edward Hyde without mercy for him.]