[ Howl gasps so sharply, the air catches in his throat and makes him gag. Perhaps it's just the heat and the pain scrambling together in his head to make him hallucinate, but he could swear he just heard the impossible come out of Dextera's lips. There's no time to contemplate it, though — only to feel, and after it slams into his already crumbling determination to kill, he can't continue his attack.
His talons open, releasing Dextera from his grip, and Howl springs backwards with all the force he can push down with using his long legs. Still pinned underneath him, Dextera takes the brunt of that squishing, crushing force, but whatever injury it might cause him is unintentional in the moment. The jump backwards necessarily yanks Howl's body away from the sword piercing him, sending a spray of blood across his friend and the ground as it pulls free.
Howl's head is cartwheeling. What is he doing here? What are they doing? Why isn't Dextera dead — why hasn't he killed him yet? What is this horrible pain? This skull-crushing headache? ]
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His talons open, releasing Dextera from his grip, and Howl springs backwards with all the force he can push down with using his long legs. Still pinned underneath him, Dextera takes the brunt of that squishing, crushing force, but whatever injury it might cause him is unintentional in the moment. The jump backwards necessarily yanks Howl's body away from the sword piercing him, sending a spray of blood across his friend and the ground as it pulls free.
Howl's head is cartwheeling. What is he doing here? What are they doing? Why isn't Dextera dead — why hasn't he killed him yet? What is this horrible pain? This skull-crushing headache? ]