[Something twists sharply in him at that, and Donnie's not sure whether he's shaking from rage or fear. It all blurs together, and for a moment things seem to go out of focus.
And then he's moving before he's even aware of it, the flare of heliotrope light tracing around his bō and tapering the end into the sharp, gently curving point of a blade that extends two feet further as he swings it down and thrusts it forward.
The manic grin on his face lasts about a split second before it flinches into a grimace as he realizes he's gone on the offensive.]
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And then he's moving before he's even aware of it, the flare of heliotrope light tracing around his bō and tapering the end into the sharp, gently curving point of a blade that extends two feet further as he swings it down and thrusts it forward.
The manic grin on his face lasts about a split second before it flinches into a grimace as he realizes he's gone on the offensive.]