[-but the scene to soured. Nephythys crumbled into dust as an interloper invaded, raking green claws through her visage, and the gentle, fragile love that Set had nursed in that moment ruptured into fear.
It was instinct.
There was no discernible pause between Byleth recognising the threat to his ally and acting on it. He barely caught sight of the interloper - only did the quick calculation of distance and height - before he lashed out at the invader's face with raking claws, flames spluttering around his palm. In the Communion, Byleth's presence flipped from docilely calm to jagged and molten, like a beast bursting from a caldera with fangs bared and fire in its throat.
In short: Byleth tried to blind Osiris with a fistful of flame.]
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It was instinct.
There was no discernible pause between Byleth recognising the threat to his ally and acting on it. He barely caught sight of the interloper - only did the quick calculation of distance and height - before he lashed out at the invader's face with raking claws, flames spluttering around his palm. In the Communion, Byleth's presence flipped from docilely calm to jagged and molten, like a beast bursting from a caldera with fangs bared and fire in its throat.
In short: Byleth tried to blind Osiris with a fistful of flame.]