[Syrlya attempts to brace himself, the only thing he can seem to pull the focus together to do as blinding pain clouds his head.
As Howl finally stops, Syrlya breathes in a ragged gasp. His head tilts enough to see Barnaby, but he's a... distant concern, to getting out of Howl's grip.
He clenches his jaw, adjusting his grip on his blade and looks back up at Howl--straight into his eye. There's a flash of determination in his eyes, and he pushes through every ache to muster as much strength as he can to thrust his sword straight into Howl's eye. The tip angles up, trying to dig it all the way to his brain.]
CW: Eye Trauma
As Howl finally stops, Syrlya breathes in a ragged gasp. His head tilts enough to see Barnaby, but he's a... distant concern, to getting out of Howl's grip.
He clenches his jaw, adjusting his grip on his blade and looks back up at Howl--straight into his eye. There's a flash of determination in his eyes, and he pushes through every ache to muster as much strength as he can to thrust his sword straight into Howl's eye. The tip angles up, trying to dig it all the way to his brain.]