[ He's lighter on his feet now, twisting away from the wildly flailed attacks and blocking them occasionally with his sword, using the flat of it as an improvised shield. Trying to read it, waiting for a long enough moment between those attacks where he could strike--
And of course those parasites are being flung through the air like drops of blood. One splatters heavy and wet against his cheek, and he's momentarily confused by why it seems to be clinging there but is too distracted to think about it.
But then he feels pain, like something bit him. And then he feels pain as it begins to burrow into his skin and he screams, staggering back for a moment as he reels and tries to brush the offending thing off with the back of his wrist. It's -- ugh...
It pulses, pumping its corruption directly into his cheek. And his eyes snap open wide at that despite the pain, his cloak suddenly curling, writhing like an angry living thing and beginning to lose its shape. Wild feathers; winglike. Angry. And his left eye--
It snaps back to the creature. To its soul like it's independent of Allen; like it's seeking. Faintly translucent gears shift around it with a black energy, like a lens being focused, and he breathes out as her voice suddenly seems to get so loud. coldcoldcoldcold--
"Help... me..."
What he doesn't realize... the moment that corruption washed through him, the moment his eye moved independently -- like the time it evolved and he briefly lost control of it...
Viktor can now see and hear what he does. The soul laid bare, turned in on itself and sobbing.
Seeing it turn and menace the older man though, he tenses with a sudden, alarmed rage -- and turns to bash the side of his face against the brick wall he'd stumbled back against with a frustrated yell. Crushing that bloody shitty thing he can't properly wipe out while one-armed with a sword, and then pushing off to leap at the creature. To land, light as an acrobat and tall with his boots on its shoulders, twist his wrist around in a way that has his sword spin in a great circle and comes to bear --
-- and stabs it down with unrelenting force into the core of the beast. ]
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And of course those parasites are being flung through the air like drops of blood. One splatters heavy and wet against his cheek, and he's momentarily confused by why it seems to be clinging there but is too distracted to think about it.
But then he feels pain, like something bit him. And then he feels pain as it begins to burrow into his skin and he screams, staggering back for a moment as he reels and tries to brush the offending thing off with the back of his wrist. It's -- ugh...
It pulses, pumping its corruption directly into his cheek. And his eyes snap open wide at that despite the pain, his cloak suddenly curling, writhing like an angry living thing and beginning to lose its shape. Wild feathers; winglike. Angry. And his left eye--
It snaps back to the creature. To its soul like it's independent of Allen; like it's seeking. Faintly translucent gears shift around it with a black energy, like a lens being focused, and he breathes out as her voice suddenly seems to get so loud. coldcoldcoldcold--
"Help... me..."
What he doesn't realize... the moment that corruption washed through him, the moment his eye moved independently -- like the time it evolved and he briefly lost control of it...
Viktor can now see and hear what he does. The soul laid bare, turned in on itself and sobbing.
Seeing it turn and menace the older man though, he tenses with a sudden, alarmed rage -- and turns to bash the side of his face against the brick wall he'd stumbled back against with a frustrated yell. Crushing that bloody shitty thing he can't properly wipe out while one-armed with a sword, and then pushing off to leap at the creature. To land, light as an acrobat and tall with his boots on its shoulders, twist his wrist around in a way that has his sword spin in a great circle and comes to bear --
-- and stabs it down with unrelenting force into the core of the beast. ]