[His breath hitches at the sight, caught in a wave of shock. He isn't sure what he's seeing, or rather, he's uncertain what to make of it. This girl -- this monster she had implied herself to be -- was rushing forward with speed and strength that he did not expect to see from anyone merely human. She was tearing through the creature like paper.
He had opened his mouth to yell at her to stop, that she was going to die if she took it head-on, but his words don't come out. Instead, he watches, one hand gripping at his shoulder to staunch the flow of blood, skin tainted red because of it.
The malboro makes an awful sort of noise, the attack on itself unexpectedly fierce. It tries to fight back, lashing out with those long sharp teeth, but it's growing weaker. It won't take many more hits at his rate.]
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He had opened his mouth to yell at her to stop, that she was going to die if she took it head-on, but his words don't come out. Instead, he watches, one hand gripping at his shoulder to staunch the flow of blood, skin tainted red because of it.
The malboro makes an awful sort of noise, the attack on itself unexpectedly fierce. It tries to fight back, lashing out with those long sharp teeth, but it's growing weaker. It won't take many more hits at his rate.]
That's... insane...