The heavy wooden table had been hurled directly at Darno's head, and in that split second, he had to make a choice. He really had no idea whether his Vow would allow him to dodge it or not. The rules were strict: he was a shield, a defender. But because Jett was the one who had thrown it at him, wasn't this considered a direct attack from an opponent?
In the end, he figured it was better to be safe than sorry. If he tried to dodge and the Vow considered it a violation, the backlash could be far worse than the table. He decided to meet it head-on.
At the very last second, Darno threw his fist forward to try and shatter the table, but the object spun at an odd angle mid-air. Instead of a clean break, the edge of the table clipped his shoulder and chest. It sent a jolt of white-hot pain through his body as he managed to shove the heavy thing off to the side.
