Don't kill it? Joe turns his head, surprised that's what the girl should cry out for a monster that almost made midnight snack of her. He has no qualms with killing monsters, even if the used to be human once. They'll just be alive again tomorrow night anyway.
But there's no time to question her motives, because in the half-second he glances back, the Icarus Winged flings its innards out, drenching him in slimy bile and tangling intestines. His first instinct is to recoil in revulsion, then struggle, pulling frantically at gut casing as it tangles his limbs - the intestines burst apart when he shoves at them hard enough with his arms, and Joe doesn't even want to consider the vile smelling slurry of digestive juices that spill out, covering his front.
He's just glad to be wearing the protection of his darkform - Ahiru is not so lucky, reaching bare- armed around his middle and tugging him free.
"Let go! I've got it!" He can't fight back with his Aura, not when his friend is this close, and could get hurt in the process. His blade is difficult to swing when Ahiru's likely to get elbowed, too.
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But there's no time to question her motives, because in the half-second he glances back, the Icarus Winged flings its innards out, drenching him in slimy bile and tangling intestines. His first instinct is to recoil in revulsion, then struggle, pulling frantically at gut casing as it tangles his limbs - the intestines burst apart when he shoves at them hard enough with his arms, and Joe doesn't even want to consider the vile smelling slurry of digestive juices that spill out, covering his front.
He's just glad to be wearing the protection of his darkform - Ahiru is not so lucky, reaching bare- armed around his middle and tugging him free.
"Let go! I've got it!" He can't fight back with his Aura, not when his friend is this close, and could get hurt in the process. His blade is difficult to swing when Ahiru's likely to get elbowed, too.