[ Syrlya stepping back just urges him further forward, the need to get at him that much more pronounced. The purple drives him further forward, trying to get at it rather than Syrlya, ram himself through it if possible; he can still see that glow behind it, he is so close—
The clones throw him, though, and he finds his head whipping between the two before he commits to mauling one, trying to tackle it to the ground, slash and claw his way through it — at least before the other one manages to strike his back, and then he turns on it, discarding the first clone in favour of trying to kill this one.
It's a lot of confusing sensory input being rushed into his system; he just needs to kill it kill it kill it and hopefully along the way he'll kill every single thing Syrlya has to throw at him — and Syrlya himself, should he even manage to find him amid this new chaos. ]
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The clones throw him, though, and he finds his head whipping between the two before he commits to mauling one, trying to tackle it to the ground, slash and claw his way through it — at least before the other one manages to strike his back, and then he turns on it, discarding the first clone in favour of trying to kill this one.
It's a lot of confusing sensory input being rushed into his system; he just needs to kill it kill it kill it and hopefully along the way he'll kill every single thing Syrlya has to throw at him — and Syrlya himself, should he even manage to find him amid this new chaos. ]