[Nyx stares in vague horror as the creature's teeth are abruptly ripped from his arm before they can even properly sink in. Blood is warm as it washes down his side from the thing's wicked claws. The pain's faded to an afterthought. He rolls to his feet, wincing at the shrill sound that echoes down the street as the creature fails to get away.
In the interest of killing it and getting the fuck inside, Nyx takes a step closer only to recoil from the spray of blood from its arm as she brutally yanks it from its socket. This isn't the first time he's been soaked with blood (his own and that monsters he's killed), but the glaives never tortured their kills. Never stood there and reveled in the gore and pain and terror.
Nyx releases a pained breath and sinks back down to one knee in the stained grass when she finally kills it, trying to rekindle his thoughts. His brain tries to tell him that he's no safer now than he was thirty seconds ago, but he shoves that into a box to deal with later. He knew what kind of person she was; she had made no secret of that fact. If he didn't believe her before he sure as hell does now. There's something distinctly inhuman about her beyond the horns and the claws. And she just saved his life.
He shakes his head to her question, remembering that he is, in fact, bleeding out. Pushing his hand to the wound, using the flash of pain and adrenaline to focus, he tries to stem the bleeding a little.]
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In the interest of killing it and getting the fuck inside, Nyx takes a step closer only to recoil from the spray of blood from its arm as she brutally yanks it from its socket. This isn't the first time he's been soaked with blood (his own and that monsters he's killed), but the glaives never tortured their kills. Never stood there and reveled in the gore and pain and terror.
Nyx releases a pained breath and sinks back down to one knee in the stained grass when she finally kills it, trying to rekindle his thoughts. His brain tries to tell him that he's no safer now than he was thirty seconds ago, but he shoves that into a box to deal with later. He knew what kind of person she was; she had made no secret of that fact. If he didn't believe her before he sure as hell does now. There's something distinctly inhuman about her beyond the horns and the claws. And she just saved his life.
He shakes his head to her question, remembering that he is, in fact, bleeding out. Pushing his hand to the wound, using the flash of pain and adrenaline to focus, he tries to stem the bleeding a little.]
I'll be fine, just as soon as I can stitch this.