Cerulean Cape the penalty for overeagerness is the same as the penalty for unworthiness

he was too worn to really be much of a threat. his youthful figure was littered in lacerations and wounds that needed rest and healing instead of the pressure he had applied to them. still, the bullheadedness of the young ghost was enough to drive him forward – he wanted to get better so that he would not fall by the hand of another cur. he longed to feel the same confidence that had kept his father alive for as long as the old man had made it. where kierkegaard had been far too dauntless with his capabilities, illidan was not fearful to learn from those who had garnered more skill in their time on earth.

when saucy raced forward, his eyes narrowed in surprise and an attempt to figure out what it was she was planning on doing. the move had been an intelligent one; his limbs were his weakest point after having endured the war. so, she met her mark with a surprising result. just as she struck against his legs, illidan felt the strength in them give way. he toppled forward and over her with a winded, “oof,” as his limbs no longer supported him.