[therein lies the sacrifice of point-blank attacks. Law isn't fast enough to find something to grab and shuffle into his place in time, only the slight recoil backward saves him from being killed on the spot. The claws rake across his neck and chest, missing main arteries by mere millimeters, and send him crashing and tumbling backwards. He comes to rest some distance away, paralyzed with pain. After one strangled shout, he clamps down and forces himself to endure it in silence. Maybe if he plays dead, the Visitor will assume he is.
Palming the pocketknife, just in case, Law rolls onto his side and tries to hold as still as he can, which is pretty difficult when all he wants to do is seethe in pain. The Room vanishes, he can't keep it up in this state. He lays there hoping this is all it'll take, but struggling to come up with an alternate plan if it turns out the shadowy monster can still hear or smell him. It'll all be over if he can't make another Room.]
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Palming the pocketknife, just in case, Law rolls onto his side and tries to hold as still as he can, which is pretty difficult when all he wants to do is seethe in pain. The Room vanishes, he can't keep it up in this state. He lays there hoping this is all it'll take, but struggling to come up with an alternate plan if it turns out the shadowy monster can still hear or smell him. It'll all be over if he can't make another Room.]