[ A raven...?! He's startled to realize the bird that's flying around, moreover to realize it's not trying to fly away, but seems almost to be attacking the dragon and defending against it. Even hanging on for dear life, sword hilt deep in the back of a dragon, he has to marvel almost comically at it for a moment. That's one bold little raven.
-- but he does have more pressing concerns. Gritting his teeth with an irritated click of his tongue and wishing he had two hands in situations like this, he presses down -- wills his sword to reach it. Its heart. Not the physical one, but the corrupted one. His moral strength versus its.
A weapon like his isn't one that's crafted and meant simply to cut, after all. An Innocence like his -- it takes the shape of its user's heart. Draws its strength entirely from their heart and gives it form; gives it power and magnifies their desires. His?
A sword that doesn't cut flesh, only evil. Only corruption. So --
-- please be saved.
The dragon seems to reach a tipping point. Where its movements begin to slow, and it no longer tries to snap at the raven that keeps coming perilously close to its eyes nor buck the boy on its back off. It starts to list sideways instead, its eyes fogging over even as the madness clears from it. The thickened black corrupted scales that had grown over its own pale ones begin to recede, leaving it once again its normal color. And on its back, Allen begins to straighten a little, looking up and his expression smoothing as he realizes... the anger has seeped out of it?
But its grip gives way then as well. And, like a deadweight, the now unconscious dragon with its full one ton body mass slips off the Watch Tower and begins to plummet to earth. ]
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-- but he does have more pressing concerns. Gritting his teeth with an irritated click of his tongue and wishing he had two hands in situations like this, he presses down -- wills his sword to reach it. Its heart. Not the physical one, but the corrupted one. His moral strength versus its.
A weapon like his isn't one that's crafted and meant simply to cut, after all. An Innocence like his -- it takes the shape of its user's heart. Draws its strength entirely from their heart and gives it form; gives it power and magnifies their desires. His?
A sword that doesn't cut flesh, only evil. Only corruption. So --
-- please be saved.
The dragon seems to reach a tipping point. Where its movements begin to slow, and it no longer tries to snap at the raven that keeps coming perilously close to its eyes nor buck the boy on its back off. It starts to list sideways instead, its eyes fogging over even as the madness clears from it. The thickened black corrupted scales that had grown over its own pale ones begin to recede, leaving it once again its normal color. And on its back, Allen begins to straighten a little, looking up and his expression smoothing as he realizes... the anger has seeped out of it?
But its grip gives way then as well. And, like a deadweight, the now unconscious dragon with its full one ton body mass slips off the Watch Tower and begins to plummet to earth. ]