[ Somewhere, dimly, he can hear her call out. In that foggy sort of sense of "someone's calling my name..." Perhaps because of how tightly bundled in Crown Clown that he is, perhaps because there is nothing else he's aware of except weight and pressure that he can even hear her at all. That he could at all hear enough to think too, "Ah... I've worried her," and feel strangely quiet then.
And the worm that's collapsed on top of him would begin to shudder then. Not in death throes, but... like it might be from a movement within? Something trying to get out?
—yes. Given there is a brief, lancing beam of light that shines through for a moment before the carcass would seem to rupture from within. Sliced what seems so effortlessly through it's as if it was carved? Basically as if it was carved, yes. Chunks of it falling aside in a spray of black blood from how the sword cuts through it almost as if it melts the flesh and armor away instead of cutting it, and revealing a completely bloodsoaked figure standing there. Almost perfectly still, like he's not even breathing. Before he stumbles a bit, staggers... and then lurches somewhat awkwardly forward away from the body. Bound head to toe even if it's hard to tell beneath the blood, white ribbons from his cloak wrapped so tightly from his boots all the way up he almost looks more mummy than man.
And over his nose too, which loosens a little then and he nearly collapses with a loud gasp, falling against his sword instead and digging the tip of it into the ground to lean on. ]
Haaaaah... [ That was scary, he couldn't breath. But he got it, right? They got it. It's quiet. He can't hear anything. He's scared to move any further in case he stumbles into something. Is it okay? It seems okay.
He feels dizzy.
It's why his mind finally lets go enough perhaps that his invocation slips and the cloak loosens, vanishing from sight quite abruptly in a faint glow (bloodstains and all) as he begins to collapse.
This is what relief looks like, right? This is relief... ]
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And the worm that's collapsed on top of him would begin to shudder then. Not in death throes, but... like it might be from a movement within? Something trying to get out?
—yes. Given there is a brief, lancing beam of light that shines through for a moment before the carcass would seem to rupture from within. Sliced what seems so effortlessly through it's as if it was carved? Basically as if it was carved, yes. Chunks of it falling aside in a spray of black blood from how the sword cuts through it almost as if it melts the flesh and armor away instead of cutting it, and revealing a completely bloodsoaked figure standing there. Almost perfectly still, like he's not even breathing. Before he stumbles a bit, staggers... and then lurches somewhat awkwardly forward away from the body. Bound head to toe even if it's hard to tell beneath the blood, white ribbons from his cloak wrapped so tightly from his boots all the way up he almost looks more mummy than man.
And over his nose too, which loosens a little then and he nearly collapses with a loud gasp, falling against his sword instead and digging the tip of it into the ground to lean on. ]
Haaaaah... [ That was scary, he couldn't breath. But he got it, right? They got it. It's quiet. He can't hear anything. He's scared to move any further in case he stumbles into something. Is it okay? It seems okay.
He feels dizzy.
It's why his mind finally lets go enough perhaps that his invocation slips and the cloak loosens, vanishing from sight quite abruptly in a faint glow (bloodstains and all) as he begins to collapse.
This is what relief looks like, right? This is relief... ]