[ He's getting closer, dragging his leg along with him as he pushes through the petrification, her proximity spurring him on. He is going to kill her, now, and with the taste of blood and death so near he absorbs her blast, ignoring the new wound on his chest — another jagged creation, matching the one on his back, the two lining up — ignoring his own blood, his own pain, so consumed by the prospect of the kill right in front of him.
Right in front of him.
He grabs at her arm with his dulled left hand, ensnaring it in a bone-crushing grip as he finally has a hold on her. He uses it to lift Misa up for a moment, their eyes level, before throwing her back down to the ground. He's on top of her then, both of his hands gripped around her shoulders to keep her pinned to the ground — still-clawed right hand digging in as he does so — and leans in close, as he had with Kaeya earlier. Direct, too-close eye contact, where she'll be able to see there's nothing in his eyes. No recognition, no friendship, no nothing but for pure rage and bloodlust, a low growl emanating from his throat.
He keeps her pinned with his blunted left hand, raises his clawed right hand to swipe down through her, and— ]
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Right in front of him.
He grabs at her arm with his dulled left hand, ensnaring it in a bone-crushing grip as he finally has a hold on her. He uses it to lift Misa up for a moment, their eyes level, before throwing her back down to the ground. He's on top of her then, both of his hands gripped around her shoulders to keep her pinned to the ground — still-clawed right hand digging in as he does so — and leans in close, as he had with Kaeya earlier. Direct, too-close eye contact, where she'll be able to see there's nothing in his eyes. No recognition, no friendship, no nothing but for pure rage and bloodlust, a low growl emanating from his throat.
He keeps her pinned with his blunted left hand, raises his clawed right hand to swipe down through her, and— ]