[if anything snaps viktor to action it's hearing allen scream, the sound forcing him to his feet even as his chest heaves against him, one hand on the door to steady himself.
his eyes go to allen, shocked anew at whatever hell is happening to his cloak- it seems alive clearly it must be magic of some sort but what? and why is it reacting this way? what did the creature do? his gaze turns to the creature and-
oh.
viktor is not a man with a weak stomach. he's seen violence and death and desperation since a very young age, grew up with it, knows intimately how the body fails and deteriorates. he's seen horrible things here that have barely made him bat an eye because he can cling to logic, to moving forward. he isn't a person easily shaken by the grotesque.
this staggers him. it's horrific in a way viktor never imagine, so viscerally wrong he feels his stomach churn and his skin go clammy, looking at what was a person- is a person- writhing and distorted down to their most basic level. down to an integral piece of them that shouldn't be touchable and yet.
it's coming right for him and he's frozen in place by the sight, only moved to any sort of action when his bad knee buckles and he falls to it, hissing and glancing up again in time to see allen deliver that final blow.
for a moment there is such silence, the only sound that like a long sigh. it takes a moment for viktor to recognize it coming from the beast as it seems to start melting, chunks of it giving way to the curled, unconscious form of what looks like a middle aged woman just stuck in the middle of the muck that deteriorates further with each passing rattle of her chest.
it takes viktor several seconds to just process before he's cursing and pushing himself up, ignoring his crutch entirely to use the wall as support. he glances over the woman but his eyes go to allen, shaking as he asks,]
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his eyes go to allen, shocked anew at whatever hell is happening to his cloak- it seems alive clearly it must be magic of some sort but what? and why is it reacting this way? what did the creature do? his gaze turns to the creature and-
oh.
viktor is not a man with a weak stomach. he's seen violence and death and desperation since a very young age, grew up with it, knows intimately how the body fails and deteriorates. he's seen horrible things here that have barely made him bat an eye because he can cling to logic, to moving forward. he isn't a person easily shaken by the grotesque.
this staggers him. it's horrific in a way viktor never imagine, so viscerally wrong he feels his stomach churn and his skin go clammy, looking at what was a person- is a person- writhing and distorted down to their most basic level. down to an integral piece of them that shouldn't be touchable and yet.
it's coming right for him and he's frozen in place by the sight, only moved to any sort of action when his bad knee buckles and he falls to it, hissing and glancing up again in time to see allen deliver that final blow.
for a moment there is such silence, the only sound that like a long sigh. it takes a moment for viktor to recognize it coming from the beast as it seems to start melting, chunks of it giving way to the curled, unconscious form of what looks like a middle aged woman just stuck in the middle of the muck that deteriorates further with each passing rattle of her chest.
it takes viktor several seconds to just process before he's cursing and pushing himself up, ignoring his crutch entirely to use the wall as support. he glances over the woman but his eyes go to allen, shaking as he asks,]
Allen? Are you alright?