[ Maybe he's relieved that Intensity doesn't run. Maybe that would have been another blow, one he doesn't know if he could take right now.

Or maybe it's distressing, that Intensity would just let him do whatever he wanted. Wouldn't stop him. Wouldn't fight back.

Either way, it's not like he knows what he even wants right now.

He thrusts the blade straight into Intensity's stomach -- but it phases through him harmlessly, like it's a mere apparition. His Heart Weapon is a blade that couldn't harm Intensity no matter what its wielder does with it.

King just makes a low, frustrated sound in his throat, hands trembling on the hilt. ]