Something was wrong. This wasn't at all like the witch melding her astral form with his. It wasn't just his breaths or his heartbeat - his whole body was starting to tense up at invisible danger. There is a phantom sting in his mouth, needle sharp.
"The hell is going on?" Guts calls out, unsure if Saturday can even hear his voice. He grits his teeth to tamp down on the seething, vicious thing inside him. It was growing agitated, but he was the one in control here, damnit.
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"Strike me then!" the beast roars, opening its mouth wide.
Saliva drips from its jaws as it prowls forward, chains rattling around it. Her anger excites it even further, eye glinting like a feeble flame hungry for the kindling in front of it. Yes. This would do nicely.
It was talking a big game, but its movements betray it as a bound and starved animal. It leaps forward recklessly, desperately snapping its jaws at her leg. Blood, blood is what it wanted! Whether or not it'd be hurt in the process seemed to be of no concern the creature.
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"The hell is going on?" Guts calls out, unsure if Saturday can even hear his voice. He grits his teeth to tamp down on the seething, vicious thing inside him. It was growing agitated, but he was the one in control here, damnit.
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"Strike me then!" the beast roars, opening its mouth wide.
Saliva drips from its jaws as it prowls forward, chains rattling around it. Her anger excites it even further, eye glinting like a feeble flame hungry for the kindling in front of it. Yes. This would do nicely.
It was talking a big game, but its movements betray it as a bound and starved animal. It leaps forward recklessly, desperately snapping its jaws at her leg. Blood, blood is what it wanted! Whether or not it'd be hurt in the process seemed to be of no concern the creature.