One, two fingers broke, bending at an awkward angle as it stuck Daxius’s left arm. That technique was not made for striking hard surfaces, or perhaps it was, but either way D’Angelo didn’t have the skill to pull it off without injury. He held back the pain, broken joints and bones had been a part of his earlier training. 

D’Angelo was going to reply to Daxius’s words but they had reminded him of what he had momentarily forgotten about in the single mindedness rush that had over-taken him with the use of his Radiim technique. But, now that he registered the creatures words he could hear the shuffling sounds of the rushing creature. Without much of a thought D’Angelo dove forward, over the kneeling Daxius.

The dagger of the creature would be of no threat to him, however, the weapon that Daxius had acquired from D’Angelo a moment before tore into his calf and the ripped out, blood would flow easily, following him as a trail in the air, likely gushing across and onto Daxius with his leap. D’Angelo would come up from his dive in a role.

With both legs now injured he favored his left, the one that had been stabbed. While he wasn’t sure how bad the damage to the right leg, the one that had just been torn, he did not think it would support him for more than a few moments if he put all his weight on it. Worse, the use of his technique was going to make him tired and sluggish. Of course, he could use it again, but that only meant the effects would compound, or kill him if done too much.

He looked now at the running-shuffling zombie thing and the Cat-Demon.  He knew one of his opponent’s arms was of little use, but he did not know the true strength of the undead that he had raised to fight him. Perhaps it would be wiser to flee, he thought? Then again, it likely wasn’t as he was sure that Daxius would probably track him the same way he found him earlier in the night.