[ His movements, for all the force he puts behind them, end up ineffectual yet again. For his efforts he's rewarded with more brilliant flares of pain, first blooming from the snapped bones at his wrist and then searing down the row of his ribs, several shattering in one go.
He cries out as he doubles over, the sound immediately buried by the other ruckus still unfolding around them. For a brief moment, startling clarity cuts through the pain, two intertwined thoughts making themselves known despite the fuzz of pain clinging to him.
One: He's going to die here. Two: He doesn't want to die here, not yet.
It's enough. The desire to live, the desire to protect, they both feed into each other, snowballing until the small pinprick of light inside him becomes a blazing sun. He snarls through the pain, mustering up one last burst of energy to reach out and swipe at Barnaby. But instead of a human hand, there's now an oversized paw, dark claws jutting out in place of fingernails.
The pain is—unbearable, as his bones and ligaments stretch and reform, his clothes tearing and falling as a layer of fur, two shades too dark to be considered pure white, erupts across his body. It's not a pretty transformation, everything happening patchwork and in bursts, but he's hardly in a state of mind to care, brain overtaken by the simple desire to keep fighting for as long as he can. ]
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He cries out as he doubles over, the sound immediately buried by the other ruckus still unfolding around them. For a brief moment, startling clarity cuts through the pain, two intertwined thoughts making themselves known despite the fuzz of pain clinging to him.
One: He's going to die here.
Two: He doesn't want to die here, not yet.
It's enough. The desire to live, the desire to protect, they both feed into each other, snowballing until the small pinprick of light inside him becomes a blazing sun. He snarls through the pain, mustering up one last burst of energy to reach out and swipe at Barnaby. But instead of a human hand, there's now an oversized paw, dark claws jutting out in place of fingernails.
The pain is—unbearable, as his bones and ligaments stretch and reform, his clothes tearing and falling as a layer of fur, two shades too dark to be considered pure white, erupts across his body. It's not a pretty transformation, everything happening patchwork and in bursts, but he's hardly in a state of mind to care, brain overtaken by the simple desire to keep fighting for as long as he can. ]