Post by illirica on Jul 15, 2021 17:10:27 GMT
Yuina was there. Of course she was. Karen's grin softened - less edged, more a true smile. Yuina's attack brought the Grimm down lower, a lost arm taking away its balance, and Yuina was already there to follow up with an attack on its side. Karen stood beside them, watching the creature open its beak, hearing its scream. She stepped forward, towards the open beak, and thrust her arm inside.
A sickening crunch resulted as it inevitably bit down - and while the bony plates covering Karen's arm stopped the limb from being severed entirely, it still bled, her expression changing to pain - but only for a moment. She would push through it. Yuina was there, and she could not give in. Her hand came up - flesh and blood, not some Grimm-fused monstrosity, just a girl's hand - and stroked the side of the beak even as it held her other arm locked in place. It was rough, not smooth, miniscule fused hairs beneath her fingers. Karen lowered her head, her cheek against the beak, a tear transferred for only a moment. For that one moment, there was stillness - and then another horrible sound as the Grimm bit down once more.
Karen pulled back, bleeding, holding the mangled remnants of her arm and gritting her teeth. Even now, though, the red muscle fibers were pushing forward, bony plates already adapting to cover them as they grew. From the end, where her hand would have been, a beak burst forth, wide and snapping out as Karen lashed towards the Grimm's remaining eye.
A sickening crunch resulted as it inevitably bit down - and while the bony plates covering Karen's arm stopped the limb from being severed entirely, it still bled, her expression changing to pain - but only for a moment. She would push through it. Yuina was there, and she could not give in. Her hand came up - flesh and blood, not some Grimm-fused monstrosity, just a girl's hand - and stroked the side of the beak even as it held her other arm locked in place. It was rough, not smooth, miniscule fused hairs beneath her fingers. Karen lowered her head, her cheek against the beak, a tear transferred for only a moment. For that one moment, there was stillness - and then another horrible sound as the Grimm bit down once more.
Karen pulled back, bleeding, holding the mangled remnants of her arm and gritting her teeth. Even now, though, the red muscle fibers were pushing forward, bony plates already adapting to cover them as they grew. From the end, where her hand would have been, a beak burst forth, wide and snapping out as Karen lashed towards the Grimm's remaining eye.