O’Connor goes to placekick the strobing drone like he was kicking a field goal for the Seahawks, but was still having difficulties with the strobe effect itself. So he missed the little ball zooming forward as he went to plant his foot and turning his kick into an unintentional backflip.
There seems to be some kind of cosmic sitcom that has begun starring Clem and O’Connor that they are not privy to, because as O’Connor’s boot traces an arc over his head he sees Clementine begin to juke to her right ahead of Mohawk’s stabbing her with a stun baton. The intersection of boot and ork head is right at the temple, and the rest of the crash of the two bodies ends with a pileup that leaves you both prone.
Mohawk easily adjusts his thrust and Clem feels the jolt coursing through her.
O’Connor once again feel the weight of a body crashing down one him. This time, instead of animal rage and ripping flesh filling his ears, it is a metahuman screaming as he tries to crush O’Connor’s throat. “MY KNEE!!! YOUSONOVASLITCHGONNABREAKYAFRAGGINNECK!!”
Not a whole lot of difference actually.
(Both of you defend from Melee, no full defense possible, -2 for being prone)