[The signs are certainly piling up, yes. She already knew he lacked common sense. She knows about his self-perception issues, too. That crushing self-blame and self-loathing, yet a will to carry on in spite of it all. Even now, there's something uncanny yet familiar between them she can actively sense; that "priest" projected the same feel too, bore the same mark on his arm. All he's displaying now merely reinforces how messed up he must be. More than grasping onto what she's trying to do, he actively WANTS to get slapped around, doesn't he? Probably thinks he deserves it. He's definitely crazy. Takes one to know one, after all.
The sudden growth of beast-like fur has her eyes briefly narrow. Quick and admittedly wholly unexpected, it does free him and have her step back in turn. The arm that caught his punch is still numb, but nothing is terribly broken. The seemingly random array of his abilities... No, she doesn't know enough to draw any theories about the "how". It's simply notable enough from observation alone that they are numerous and varied; all the more testament to his experience, and reason for her to stay alert. He hasn't tried anything serious on her yet, however, just as the same is true for her.
...
Of course, she follows to give pursuit. He's the one playing bait here, to buy time for his companions busy with the teleportation spell. It's actually very convenient that he's gotten himself a protective fur growth around his neck now, because this means an otherwise exposed and fragile part of his body is now wide open to take on rougher abuse. So she obliges, unwinding the whip around her good arm and lashing out with more strength and velocity that human eyes can follow - towards the selfsame neck she had in her grasp mere seconds ago. It won't snap like a twig or bruise too painfully with all that fur, right? Perfect conditions to chain him like a unruly dog, who's been left to bark disruptively for a tad too long.
And once the whip finds purchase, winding around his neck and snapping in place like a lock, she pulls.
DOWN.
A show, right? Since it's such a zoo down here already to begin with?]
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The sudden growth of beast-like fur has her eyes briefly narrow. Quick and admittedly wholly unexpected, it does free him and have her step back in turn. The arm that caught his punch is still numb, but nothing is terribly broken. The seemingly random array of his abilities... No, she doesn't know enough to draw any theories about the "how". It's simply notable enough from observation alone that they are numerous and varied; all the more testament to his experience, and reason for her to stay alert. He hasn't tried anything serious on her yet, however, just as the same is true for her.
...
Of course, she follows to give pursuit. He's the one playing bait here, to buy time for his companions busy with the teleportation spell. It's actually very convenient that he's gotten himself a protective fur growth around his neck now, because this means an otherwise exposed and fragile part of his body is now wide open to take on rougher abuse. So she obliges, unwinding the whip around her good arm and lashing out with more strength and velocity that human eyes can follow - towards the selfsame neck she had in her grasp mere seconds ago. It won't snap like a twig or bruise too painfully with all that fur, right? Perfect conditions to chain him like a unruly dog, who's been left to bark disruptively for a tad too long.
And once the whip finds purchase, winding around his neck and snapping in place like a lock, she pulls.
DOWN.
A show, right? Since it's such a zoo down here already to begin with?]