::That would be him. He tries to dodge, and perhaps escapes the worst, but he's still hit by many of those sparks. They burn, scorching his arm and side. His face is hidden behind his arm, which takes the brunt of the assault. Prussia hisses in pain, but won't give her the satisfaction of a louder cry.::
Ha! You think one such as me fears death? Bring it, bitch.
::Despite his injuries and disadvantage, he rushes her, bringing his bayonet up to strike at her gut.::
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Ha! You think one such as me fears death? Bring it, bitch.
::Despite his injuries and disadvantage, he rushes her, bringing his bayonet up to strike at her gut.::