[ Indeed, Kaeya doesn’t need Rosaria’s help, since he’s an experienced fighter himself. He has a borrowed sword in hand, and it would seem like he’s indeed here to help. Everything about how he moves to strike makes sense, since the creature is focused on Barnaby and Rosaria. In fact, having thrown Barnaby back, it turns to look at her instead. Kaeya approaches with a swing towards its back, but.
A spike of coiled, hardened roots shoots out. Barnaby sees that, though to him, it won’t make sense. There’s nothing there.
For Rosaria, she sees Kaeya impaled on it. His own momentum is used against him as his weight slips down it and his hands scrabble against the roots to instinctually try and pry himself off, but he won’t be able. He’ll die, agonizingly, and he just remains in place as Rosaria swipes at its leg. Her spear cuts into the roots a little more easily than she would expect, as if they’re just a bit softer than actual root. What’s cut away turns black, rotting away in an instant.
It leans down towards her quickly as it buckles, and a blood that isn’t there drips through the space of the roots. The skull is almost face to face with her, and she’ll be able to see that inside the skull is a cluster of crystals. Looking at it feels foul, but not in her body, in her Shard. She won’t know how, but looking at it, she knows she’s looking at Shards. They’re fused together and this time, they reach out to her and her alone. ]
Run. Run, or. HE—
[ It sounds like a warning screamed in her head, but roots shift in its cut leg rapidly, as if irritated and distressed, and shoot up and out in a spiral. Like a corkscrew, a thin spike of root goes through her stomach. ]
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A spike of coiled, hardened roots shoots out. Barnaby sees that, though to him, it won’t make sense. There’s nothing there.
For Rosaria, she sees Kaeya impaled on it. His own momentum is used against him as his weight slips down it and his hands scrabble against the roots to instinctually try and pry himself off, but he won’t be able. He’ll die, agonizingly, and he just remains in place as Rosaria swipes at its leg. Her spear cuts into the roots a little more easily than she would expect, as if they’re just a bit softer than actual root. What’s cut away turns black, rotting away in an instant.
It leans down towards her quickly as it buckles, and a blood that isn’t there drips through the space of the roots. The skull is almost face to face with her, and she’ll be able to see that inside the skull is a cluster of crystals. Looking at it feels foul, but not in her body, in her Shard. She won’t know how, but looking at it, she knows she’s looking at Shards. They’re fused together and this time, they reach out to her and her alone. ]
Run. Run, or. HE—
[ It sounds like a warning screamed in her head, but roots shift in its cut leg rapidly, as if irritated and distressed, and shoot up and out in a spiral. Like a corkscrew, a thin spike of root goes through her stomach. ]