[ Stay still, now. Please. Zain has enough sense — and increasing fear of his opponent — about him not to take that advice, just barely managing to roll out of the dagger's path before the blow can land. The skull, fragile thing that it is, rolls with him less successfully. With a sickening crunch of bone, the jaw slides from Mad Nithor's head, embedded into the dirt between the two men.
Horrified by the break, but desperate, Zain scrambles to grab the piece so that he might have something to swing towards Ardyn's face. ]
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Horrified by the break, but desperate, Zain scrambles to grab the piece so that he might have something to swing towards Ardyn's face. ]