[ The living Innocence sees Shouto prepare his attack but doesn't seem to care or worry at all about it. It takes the hit full on, lighting up like a winged human torch wherever there's flesh or cloth. No screams, no sound of pain, not even a flinch. A veritable brick wall of pure, lunar light given humanoid form as the flame and smoke part to reveal what lay beneath the skin suit it wore. Monstrous with bulging red bloodshot eyes and a snub face, entirely hairless and whose flesh is made of luminous white material -- of Innocence that glows the same as Allen's -- that seems to crack in places like old marble. The star-like formation of crystal within its chest identical to the one that Allen has embedded into his left hand: save that the creature's is pale gold, and Allen's is pale blue.
He burnt it, yes. He burnt its meat suit away and revealed the truth of it, and it leers as a being wholly pleased by that. Hanging like the moon itself in the sky now, though it carries none of its gentle nature.
You think this is a fight that can be won head on. ]
Shouto! [ A warning shout from Allen, gripping his arm urgently as he steps around in front of him with tightly laced panic. Please listen, attacks like that can't do anything against it. ]
You can't fight it. We have to get away somewhere and regrou—
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He burnt it, yes. He burnt its meat suit away and revealed the truth of it, and it leers as a being wholly pleased by that. Hanging like the moon itself in the sky now, though it carries none of its gentle nature.
You think this is a fight that can be won head on. ]
Shouto! [ A warning shout from Allen, gripping his arm urgently as he steps around in front of him with tightly laced panic. Please listen, attacks like that can't do anything against it. ]
You can't fight it. We have to get away somewhere and regrou—