[ Attackers and attack targets are whisked off in pairs to their own part of the restaurant, just the two of them. Two enter, but only one may leave! ]
[ the hand that catches that fist is much larger that before, awkwardly long arms connected to the now much much larger furry body of some kind of weird bat monster.
She shrieks, sharp, and immediately lunges forward to try to bite down on her face. Maybe make it quick-- ]
[Nemesis jerks back, not expecting her hand to be caught. She also wasn't really expecting a giant bat to start getting fresh, kohai sobold. The flinch still isn't enough to entirely miss the massive fangs, and Requiem's able to open up a gash down her face.
Before she can do anything else, her body pauses--spasms--goes jerky and limp as darkness sprouts from between her shoulder blades, tendrils jutting upwards and reaching down, spreads like tens of desperately clutching hands. The angles of the elbows, the fingers aren't right--not that there's anything all that "right" about shadow limbs spewing from somebody's back in the first place.
A surge and Nemesis's entire body is enveloped, leaving behind a shifting jumble of oily black limbs and leathery wings out of some Lovecraftian nightmare. Its eyes open, and another handful follows half a beat after that, all blood red and scattered places eyes generally are not meant to be. The oddly shaped protrusion that might seem like a head has no eyes at all, just a long zipper of sharp, pointed teeth that looks as though it could perhaps split the body clear in two.
It takes a moment to rear back on some of its strange, backward arms and brandish wings and claws and eyes and whateverthefuck else in some sort of threat display, emitting a sound like nails down a blackboard.]
She jerks back a bit, surprised, but also. Hmmm. I can still eat this, clearly. It's still food.
She flaps, fluttering backwards and rubbing her ears, with only a second's consideration before reaching for one of those strange limbs to try to just. Wrestle this thing down. ]
[The limbs indeed smell just as delicious as they did when in compact teenager form, but what Requiem chomps down on seems to be mostly bone and hard scale--it doesn't seem to do much damage. At the very least, it doesn't stop all the other limbs from attempting to wrap around the giant bat and squeeze hard]
[ whoops. She makes a pained squealing noise, squirming one arm free to try to rearrange herself a little and chomp down on some of those eyes. Maybe the whole ungodly limb. ]
[The whole ungodly limb is pretty much what she comes away with, which A, ow; B, is pretty messy in a sulfurous black ichor sort of way. However, it's not really the time to worry about showers. Rather than release the bat, Nemesis scrabbles even harder to pin Requiem down--what else are all those limbs for anyway? And try to use some of those claws and talons to swipe at the bat's body and limbs and do some damage of her own]
[ a whole lotta limbs must be hard to control because req squirms out of them practically untouched, dropping the torn limb to lunge back at her and try to tear even more, whatever she can reach. ]
[Look, being a horrorterror is harder than it looks, especially when you are only used to having three and a quarter limbs and suddenly you have so many more. That said, by this point in their struggle there aren't quite as many more, and it's fairly obvious that that original ferocity and speed has taken a severe hit.
See, all that ripping and slashing's been fine until quite suddenly it's not, and the monster's movements go from jerky in a creepy abomination-y way to jerky in a pained and severely injured way. All those eyes--the ones that aren't droopy or bruised shut--finally realize those huge puddles of darkness on the ground aren't dramatic shadow but rather fluids that are probably meant to be inside the body rather than soaking into the carpet.
Welp.
Its screeching cry this time sounds more like a gurgle, most of the limbs and protrusions sluggish and limp. Even so, it rallies for a last-ditch swipe at the bat's face, talons long, slashing cruelly deep.]
[ ah. She tries to jerk back; not quick enough, already losing some steam, and comes away with her eye slashed over and bloody, certainly redder than her eldritch friend's here.
The pain is fiery-- deeper than the stinging from sunlight touching her skin-- and she panics, ripping at her with a new fury. She tears, bites, swallows, eyes squeezed shut as she blindly eats and drinks that strange dark blood. Eats and eats and eats until there's nothing but the remnant puddles of viscous liquid left.
And she opens her eyes to a room empty but for that and herself, trembling. Shrinking until she's humanoid again and quietly saying, ]
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She shrieks, sharp, and immediately lunges forward to try to bite down on her face. Maybe make it quick-- ]
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Before she can do anything else, her body pauses--spasms--goes jerky and limp as darkness sprouts from between her shoulder blades, tendrils jutting upwards and reaching down, spreads like tens of desperately clutching hands. The angles of the elbows, the fingers aren't right--not that there's anything all that "right" about shadow limbs spewing from somebody's back in the first place.
A surge and Nemesis's entire body is enveloped, leaving behind a shifting jumble of oily black limbs and leathery wings out of some Lovecraftian nightmare. Its eyes open, and another handful follows half a beat after that, all blood red and scattered places eyes generally are not meant to be. The oddly shaped protrusion that might seem like a head has no eyes at all, just a long zipper of sharp, pointed teeth that looks as though it could perhaps split the body clear in two.
It takes a moment to rear back on some of its strange, backward arms and brandish wings and claws and eyes and whateverthefuck else in some sort of threat display, emitting a sound like nails down a blackboard.]
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She jerks back a bit, surprised, but also. Hmmm. I can still eat this, clearly. It's still food.
She flaps, fluttering backwards and rubbing her ears, with only a second's consideration before reaching for one of those strange limbs to try to just. Wrestle this thing down. ]
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See, all that ripping and slashing's been fine until quite suddenly it's not, and the monster's movements go from jerky in a creepy abomination-y way to jerky in a pained and severely injured way. All those eyes--the ones that aren't droopy or bruised shut--finally realize those huge puddles of darkness on the ground aren't dramatic shadow but rather fluids that are probably meant to be inside the body rather than soaking into the carpet.
Welp.
Its screeching cry this time sounds more like a gurgle, most of the limbs and protrusions sluggish and limp. Even so, it rallies for a last-ditch swipe at the bat's face, talons long, slashing cruelly deep.]
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The pain is fiery-- deeper than the stinging from sunlight touching her skin-- and she panics, ripping at her with a new fury. She tears, bites, swallows, eyes squeezed shut as she blindly eats and drinks that strange dark blood. Eats and eats and eats until there's nothing but the remnant puddles of viscous liquid left.
And she opens her eyes to a room empty but for that and herself, trembling. Shrinking until she's humanoid again and quietly saying, ]
... Nemesis?
[ ah. I ate her. I ate a person.
She quickly leaves. ]