[Mephisto sees Mipha spiraling through the air from the corner of his eyes-- but he can't go to her yet. The dragon is still targeting him, after all. But seeing as most of his attacks have amounted to only taunting it, he knows he's capable of doing much more than that--]
[And with a calculated swipe of his hand, the dragon's entire body erupts in hundreds of cuts and gashes, before falling limply to the ground.]
[But as final as it may seem, he knows even that will only buy him 20 seconds, at most. But Mipha's healing might afford him as much as a minute. Regardless, counting the time in his mind, he quickly teleports from his place on the ground to up in the sky -- appearing so that he might scoop Mipha up into his arms.]
Are you all right?
[Despite the genera atmosphere, he manages to ask her calmly and sweetly -- knowing the effect the dragon's blood has on others and hoping to quell it before the damned thing roars again.]
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[And with a calculated swipe of his hand, the dragon's entire body erupts in hundreds of cuts and gashes, before falling limply to the ground.]
[But as final as it may seem, he knows even that will only buy him 20 seconds, at most. But Mipha's healing might afford him as much as a minute. Regardless, counting the time in his mind, he quickly teleports from his place on the ground to up in the sky -- appearing so that he might scoop Mipha up into his arms.]
Are you all right?
[Despite the genera atmosphere, he manages to ask her calmly and sweetly -- knowing the effect the dragon's blood has on others and hoping to quell it before the damned thing roars again.]