[This is perhaps an odd situation, Glenn manages to think, but ultimately, it isn't the worst. However, instead of not moving, the moment Cain's assault of the first of the back-up registers, he's shoving his way in. He sees another gearing up to hit Cain, though what he sees is only a fraction of the speed of his usual altered vision.
[Glenn miscalculates with his kick; it's too gentle when it lands with one of the brute's chest. He's fought for so long with incredibly heightened strength that, he realizes just as his attack is retaliated against that he's made aware of how much his strength has really dwindled here. The blow to his cheek has his head snapping to the side as pain registers.
[Glenn quickly passes the umbrella to a fleshy, tentacle coil that he manifests from the skin under his shirt sleeve. One of them shrieks to see the weird thing that, rightly, looks like it came out of a porno.
[With both hands free now, it's a swift matter for him to realize that he can fight how he used to, before everything back then. Back when it wasn't as easy to kill someone by breathing on them, or touching them slightly too hard. He drives his knee into their stomach, and follows it, unabashedly, with a headbutt. He catches a glimpse of a broken nose as one of the gang members staggers. A flash of red blood lands on the ground among the rain. The throbbing in his own forehead barely registers, in as far as the adrenaline has him captive.
[Honestly, it doesn't feel that bad. Fighting, that is.]
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[Glenn miscalculates with his kick; it's too gentle when it lands with one of the brute's chest. He's fought for so long with incredibly heightened strength that, he realizes just as his attack is retaliated against that he's made aware of how much his strength has really dwindled here. The blow to his cheek has his head snapping to the side as pain registers.
[Glenn quickly passes the umbrella to a fleshy, tentacle coil that he manifests from the skin under his shirt sleeve. One of them shrieks to see the weird thing that, rightly, looks like it came out of a porno.
[With both hands free now, it's a swift matter for him to realize that he can fight how he used to, before everything back then. Back when it wasn't as easy to kill someone by breathing on them, or touching them slightly too hard. He drives his knee into their stomach, and follows it, unabashedly, with a headbutt. He catches a glimpse of a broken nose as one of the gang members staggers. A flash of red blood lands on the ground among the rain. The throbbing in his own forehead barely registers, in as far as the adrenaline has him captive.
[Honestly, it doesn't feel that bad. Fighting, that is.]