[Koltira knew that armor was sturdy. He'd selected it himself, after all. That thought doesn't quite register with him yet, though it's there, unformed, slowly wending its way to the surface. For now, he can process only the solid thump of Papyrus's body clanging into his.
It doesn't knock him down, but he stumbles, and the desired effect is otherwise achieved: he lets the girl go. She falls to her knees for a few moments, gasping for breath. Once she's got air in her lungs, though, she's up and out of there like a lightning bolt.
Koltira whirls on Papyrus, scowling, his teeth bared like a wolf. Some part of him is grateful. But the rest of him is just pissed off.]
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It doesn't knock him down, but he stumbles, and the desired effect is otherwise achieved: he lets the girl go. She falls to her knees for a few moments, gasping for breath. Once she's got air in her lungs, though, she's up and out of there like a lightning bolt.
Koltira whirls on Papyrus, scowling, his teeth bared like a wolf. Some part of him is grateful. But the rest of him is just pissed off.]