The blade makes contact, not meeting with a force that a full-fledged body would produce, but it still knocks the holographic entity back and onto the floor like any other human-shaped being. No grunts or sudden noises to go with, except the stumbling, 'Ex-ex-ex-exCUSE me--'
It's only got so many responses to circumstances packed in there, after all.
Tidus follows up Inigo's strike with one of his own, taking its downward position as an opportunity to thrust downward the end of his sword. It goes in with some resistance, but whether he's stabbing it in the chest doesn't exactly matter for something not entirely real.
"Argh, go away!"
It doesn't. Instead, it tries lifting its hands onto his sword, attempting to take a hold of it.
INGIO WANT TO STOP FREAKING OUT ABOUT THE FUTURE MAYBE.
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It's only got so many responses to circumstances packed in there, after all.
Tidus follows up Inigo's strike with one of his own, taking its downward position as an opportunity to thrust downward the end of his sword. It goes in with some resistance, but whether he's stabbing it in the chest doesn't exactly matter for something not entirely real.
"Argh, go away!"
It doesn't. Instead, it tries lifting its hands onto his sword, attempting to take a hold of it.
INGIO WANT TO STOP FREAKING OUT ABOUT THE FUTURE MAYBE.