[ He strains against the grip of the odd material still, though its more for the sake of struggling rather than any real thought he might free himself. With the shadow deployed in such a deadly manner, he can just feel the unpleasant sensation of fatigue settling in, and it only sharpens that fury more. Sebastian is a viciously proud creature that plays at humility, so in this moment he absolutely loathes what’s been stolen from him. Not just in here at Aetós’s hand, but in both of these worlds he’s been brought to.
He looks up to Bondrewd and Liem both where he’s pinned, and the look in his eyes is nothing short of murderous. There’s something especially intense about the gaze that would be difficult to place, if not for that shared connection. It’s more indistinct than an emotion, but also alien and strange. It’s more a feeling of oppressive darkness that’s likely not dissimilar from looking down into the dark pits of the Abyss. It’s an instinctual want not just to kill, but to utterly snuff out any life within his vicinity.
Because, if he could, he would shed this form and do just that.
But the moment before he can consider it and try and evaluate if it would sap the remainder of his energy just to do so (a waste—), the material tightens. Sebastian’s claws dig into the ground more deeply as he nearly growls, and that shadow turns towards Bondrewd instead. It’s not overly tight, but like a trapped animal lashing out against anything near, it’s just enough to be a threat. It’s limited in range, though, and he can only extend it far enough for it to try and lash out against Bondrewd. It very well might not even be able to cut through his armor. But luckily, even if it is, well.
He gets tossed, so the shadow dissipates back into nothing almost immediately.
It’s definitely not the most elegant showing Sebastian has ever made. He crashes through the door and is only barely able to brace himself for it not being a more painful impact, much less to land it in a composed and acrobatic way he normally might. But it serves its purpose well, since the demon is away from the core of the fight, and with it farther away from the ward that’s causing this problem in the first place. ]
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He looks up to Bondrewd and Liem both where he’s pinned, and the look in his eyes is nothing short of murderous. There’s something especially intense about the gaze that would be difficult to place, if not for that shared connection. It’s more indistinct than an emotion, but also alien and strange. It’s more a feeling of oppressive darkness that’s likely not dissimilar from looking down into the dark pits of the Abyss. It’s an instinctual want not just to kill, but to utterly snuff out any life within his vicinity.
Because, if he could, he would shed this form and do just that.
But the moment before he can consider it and try and evaluate if it would sap the remainder of his energy just to do so (a waste—), the material tightens. Sebastian’s claws dig into the ground more deeply as he nearly growls, and that shadow turns towards Bondrewd instead. It’s not overly tight, but like a trapped animal lashing out against anything near, it’s just enough to be a threat. It’s limited in range, though, and he can only extend it far enough for it to try and lash out against Bondrewd. It very well might not even be able to cut through his armor. But luckily, even if it is, well.
He gets tossed, so the shadow dissipates back into nothing almost immediately.
It’s definitely not the most elegant showing Sebastian has ever made. He crashes through the door and is only barely able to brace himself for it not being a more painful impact, much less to land it in a composed and acrobatic way he normally might. But it serves its purpose well, since the demon is away from the core of the fight, and with it farther away from the ward that’s causing this problem in the first place. ]