When Haizea finds Seven, the downpour that she brings with her is making this scene even more grim than it was. Every drop of rain that strikes Seven's mass immediately evaporates, turning to steam on contact. But the liquid pouring off of Seven's body seems to infect the steam, making it a horrible black cloud rising off of their body.
"k̭͢i̮͡l̝l͙̖͚ ̰̩͎͓̝̹͞K͚̥͔ͅI̬̰̕ḻ̡͈L̤̤ ̵̫͕̲̫k̠̟͟I͡L̯l͔̭͈̟̱ ̻̞̫̲͉͡K̰̺ì͙̠̱̩̟͎ͅl̶̫̠L" Their voice booms from within their body, sounding like a ragged old man muttering inside of a bass drum.
If they acknowledge Haizea's words, they don't show it. All seven of their limbs dig into the ground where they are as the wind reaches them, and their body starts to fly off into the wind like it's paper being ripped apart. Huge, wet chunks of their body go airborne and--
They teleport.
What's still left of their body in the wind attack flickers like it's a digital existence, distorting and shimmering, until they vanish. Their reappearance is in the worst place possible.
Behind Haizea, there's a loud, squishy thud as the mass that makes up Seven lands on three legs. The other four rise up high, like a Bear rearing its limbs to attack, and multiple sharp claws and teeth jut out from the ends of the ?legs? that they're about to attack with. Their horrible mouth, now jutting out of their side, stretches open wide into what looks like a frown born of effort as they swing downward.
They don't seem too focused on accuracy. They're aiming to slice Haizea up, but they'll also be content to just crush her.
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"k̭͢i̮͡l̝l͙̖͚ ̰̩͎͓̝̹͞K͚̥͔ͅI̬̰̕ḻ̡͈L̤̤ ̵̫͕̲̫k̠̟͟I͡L̯l͔̭͈̟̱ ̻̞̫̲͉͡K̰̺ì͙̠̱̩̟͎ͅl̶̫̠L" Their voice booms from within their body, sounding like a ragged old man muttering inside of a bass drum.
If they acknowledge Haizea's words, they don't show it. All seven of their limbs dig into the ground where they are as the wind reaches them, and their body starts to fly off into the wind like it's paper being ripped apart. Huge, wet chunks of their body go airborne and--
They teleport.
What's still left of their body in the wind attack flickers like it's a digital existence, distorting and shimmering, until they vanish. Their reappearance is in the worst place possible.
Behind Haizea, there's a loud, squishy thud as the mass that makes up Seven lands on three legs. The other four rise up high, like a Bear rearing its limbs to attack, and multiple sharp claws and teeth jut out from the ends of the ?legs? that they're about to attack with. Their horrible mouth, now jutting out of their side, stretches open wide into what looks like a frown born of effort as they swing downward.
They don't seem too focused on accuracy. They're aiming to slice Haizea up, but they'll also be content to just crush her.