[ Could they be friends, under different circumstances? They will probably never know, and any chance of it slips away as the sickening crack of bone joins the racket of the collapsing tree. A blinding pain racks Howl's body as he feels one of his legs snap under the leashes binding him to the ground, and if it were not for her faltering as her shield buckles, his other leg out have likely given way to the force of her magic. Howl wails as he manages to break free, a mix of an inhuman scream and a cry of pain, but he cannot stop — he can only win , he must, he must —
Through the agony, Howl hurls his wings downwards and pushes off as hard as he can with his good leg. He screams again, but it's a scream of ferocious determination. Awkwardly, furiously, he descends onto the mess of branches surrounding the collapsed Akua, aiming the talons of his good leg directly for her already injured belly. It doesn't matter that she's still alive, that she can still kill him with the right spell... Tear her open, the Kenoma growls at him, and he obeys it, having no capacity in this moment to do otherwise. ]
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Through the agony, Howl hurls his wings downwards and pushes off as hard as he can with his good leg. He screams again, but it's a scream of ferocious determination. Awkwardly, furiously, he descends onto the mess of branches surrounding the collapsed Akua, aiming the talons of his good leg directly for her already injured belly. It doesn't matter that she's still alive, that she can still kill him with the right spell... Tear her open, the Kenoma growls at him, and he obeys it, having no capacity in this moment to do otherwise. ]