[there's a full five seconds, when he first noticed the crackers, when he thinks "actually it'd be pretty funny if that hits me."
so, it does. it drives into his skull with enough force to break the skull. except, that's not really the sound of a skull cracking, is it? it's too... thick, yet too liquid; viscous, like quicksand. and there's no blood. just a hole in the side of his head with the metal handle sticking out of a blackness so utter that it burns the eye to look at it for too long. the cracks of the wound barely impact his face, and he smiles.
the kick was a bit less impressive. it connected, sure! and there was a sound like a shoe hitting something solid. but, like Beetlejuice before her: bold to assume.]
tw: head. wound?
so, it does. it drives into his skull with enough force to break the skull. except, that's not really the sound of a skull cracking, is it? it's too... thick, yet too liquid; viscous, like quicksand. and there's no blood. just a hole in the side of his head with the metal handle sticking out of a blackness so utter that it burns the eye to look at it for too long. the cracks of the wound barely impact his face, and he smiles.
the kick was a bit less impressive. it connected, sure! and there was a sound like a shoe hitting something solid. but, like Beetlejuice before her: bold to assume.]