( While literally... everything about his behaviour might suggest it, the demon has no harmful intention, here. Not yet. He's tense and taut and confused, but moving closer to the girl is driven by a curiosity — to understand, to make sense of this bizarre situation. Paimon is a master of illusion, Lucifer's most loyal king; he can make impossible things appear, and yet... this is throwing him for a loop. Is this a trick? An illusion? Is the young woman some sort of witch who has spun his memory into something unfamiliar? This is not his treehouse, but it must be—!
She's there, and then she isn't.
He feels the sweep of her energy, inhumanly fast. At first he thinks teleportation, but then he sees it, the glow of pink like a neon trail, from here to there. The demon startles, crouched low to the ceiling, all long teenage boy limbs and a tangle of wild hair, and suddenly — there is a weapon aimed at him and firing.
If Paimon weren't already familiar with guns and what they can do, he might have stayed right where he is, and Peter.... might have met his first Trench death. As it is, he's been exposed to human weapons in this place and the Dream before, and he knows what they will do. He moves, with a quick, skittering movement, scrambling across the ceiling too fast. Working his host's body past its human limits, and at times he almost seems to fly more than anything, an unnatural floating motion, fingers clawing and propelling himself through the air, upside down.
He launches onto the opposite wall and clings there, neck snapped backwards and black eyes flashing at her. Lips peel back to unleash a sharp, reedy hiss, furious and snake-like. And he sends a wave of abrasive, white-hot energy at the young woman (witch? Enchantress? Something powerful), a swell of force with the intention to send her backwards and hit the wall furthest from him. But he can't be sure he'll succeed; maybe her speed can propel her through such attacks. He isn't sure what he's up against. )
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She's there, and then she isn't.
He feels the sweep of her energy, inhumanly fast. At first he thinks teleportation, but then he sees it, the glow of pink like a neon trail, from here to there. The demon startles, crouched low to the ceiling, all long teenage boy limbs and a tangle of wild hair, and suddenly — there is a weapon aimed at him and firing.
If Paimon weren't already familiar with guns and what they can do, he might have stayed right where he is, and Peter.... might have met his first Trench death. As it is, he's been exposed to human weapons in this place and the Dream before, and he knows what they will do. He moves, with a quick, skittering movement, scrambling across the ceiling too fast. Working his host's body past its human limits, and at times he almost seems to fly more than anything, an unnatural floating motion, fingers clawing and propelling himself through the air, upside down.
He launches onto the opposite wall and clings there, neck snapped backwards and black eyes flashing at her. Lips peel back to unleash a sharp, reedy hiss, furious and snake-like. And he sends a wave of abrasive, white-hot energy at the young woman (witch? Enchantress? Something powerful), a swell of force with the intention to send her backwards and hit the wall furthest from him. But he can't be sure he'll succeed; maybe her speed can propel her through such attacks. He isn't sure what he's up against. )