[ 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! ]
[ 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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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. ]