[ coldcoldcoldcoldcold just seems an endless chant right now, the sharp clacking chatter of teeth from both the soul and the monster. from where viktor's fallen in his coughing fit, back against the door, he stares in shock at how the sword comes to be and the arm... ah, is this that shape allen meant?
he'd love to ask him if there wasn't a rampaging beast to worry about.
rampaging is a good word for it, with its arm detached the creature is all but flailing, slamming against the ground and any surface it can manage. it sends the horrible, parasitic things flying as it does, as it narrowly misses and possibly hits allen again, finally refocusing- but this time on easier prey.
it lunges for viktor, who still has a kerchief to his mouth and wet coughs spasming through him, the creatures massive mouth open wide and intent to just snatch him up in them. rio stands guard with a hiss, useless but still trying to keep the thing away from her human.]
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he'd love to ask him if there wasn't a rampaging beast to worry about.
rampaging is a good word for it, with its arm detached the creature is all but flailing, slamming against the ground and any surface it can manage. it sends the horrible, parasitic things flying as it does, as it narrowly misses and possibly hits allen again, finally refocusing- but this time on easier prey.
it lunges for viktor, who still has a kerchief to his mouth and wet coughs spasming through him, the creatures massive mouth open wide and intent to just snatch him up in them. rio stands guard with a hiss, useless but still trying to keep the thing away from her human.]