[ It keeps one arm on each of them then, even if its aim is wild both from its deteriorating state and its rage. Attention first on one of them, and then the other, it's too frantic to avoid the ice. Becoming briefly stuck in it, it yanks repeatedly on its leg. Harder and harder -- until it spins its body around and rips it off entirely.
And it doesn't look particularly fazed by that. The soul gives a warbled sort of wail, but seems too wholly consumed in its own despair to really continue to react. But, cat. It hates that cat too. It hates the boy and his ice and that cat a lot too, so it focuses on Kizu and Shouto, bringing both barrels around to bear on them.
Shit. Allen curses silently to himself, but takes advantage of that to circle around and come in tightly from behind. Skirting around the edge of the hole it had tunneled its way from, and snapping out one of the ribbons from his cloak to bind tight to the akuma's neck, pulling taught as he uses it to propel himself forward with a leap. Right hand -- his only hand he still has -- stretched out to the side as there's a cracking sound from deep within the ice. ]
Don't forget -- [ The ice behind him cracks and splits open wide, as his sword shoots out from it like thrown spear. Spinning around once it hits the air, and snapping with its hilt into his open hand like a glove finding its fit. ]
-- that I'm the one you want to kill! [ And he brings it down hard straight onto its head, white-gold and blackish-purple energy sparking as it drags across the hard shell of its skull and begins to dig in. Traction--
Before it spins its body around like a puppet and kicks him straight up into the air. Hard. Enough to knock the breath entirely from him and high as he's light enough, especially with his cloak. ]
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And it doesn't look particularly fazed by that. The soul gives a warbled sort of wail, but seems too wholly consumed in its own despair to really continue to react. But, cat. It hates that cat too. It hates the boy and his ice and that cat a lot too, so it focuses on Kizu and Shouto, bringing both barrels around to bear on them.
Shit. Allen curses silently to himself, but takes advantage of that to circle around and come in tightly from behind. Skirting around the edge of the hole it had tunneled its way from, and snapping out one of the ribbons from his cloak to bind tight to the akuma's neck, pulling taught as he uses it to propel himself forward with a leap. Right hand -- his only hand he still has -- stretched out to the side as there's a cracking sound from deep within the ice. ]
Don't forget -- [ The ice behind him cracks and splits open wide, as his sword shoots out from it like thrown spear. Spinning around once it hits the air, and snapping with its hilt into his open hand like a glove finding its fit. ]
-- that I'm the one you want to kill! [ And he brings it down hard straight onto its head, white-gold and blackish-purple energy sparking as it drags across the hard shell of its skull and begins to dig in. Traction--
Before it spins its body around like a puppet and kicks him straight up into the air. Hard. Enough to knock the breath entirely from him and high as he's light enough, especially with his cloak. ]