[It does not expect that. They get very little time to celebrate the relative victory, as the thing staggers, winded. But its face, its face - its face twists in such a fashion that gives way to a low bubble of something answering in their borrowed chest, in their heart, in their lungs. They have seen faces like that before, one face, distorted into an ugly snarl as it raged and cursed. As it let itself be led astray, hounded by something tall and gangling. Glinting with twin panes of glass over its features like a pair of windows, only instead of letting the light in they reflected it out in startling glares, shielding it, fencing everything out.
The target wobbles, and all caution is flung outward as they surge at it with haphazard abandon, fingers this time oozing for its throat. Choke it out, stamp it out. Make it hurt!]
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The target wobbles, and all caution is flung outward as they surge at it with haphazard abandon, fingers this time oozing for its throat. Choke it out, stamp it out. Make it hurt!]