[He's barely even focusing on Ryo for a few precious moments; the first thing he does after shaking out of his temporary stupor is to strain against the binds, snarling with a renewed fury.]
I refuse—!
[But like, damn?? When has life ever listened to his ass??? Obviously it's not going to start now. He's not focusing on Ryo, but he barely even has to; his body bends to a will outside of his own as he fights back against it futilely but fervently, dodging out of the way in jerky, staccato bursts, exactly like a puppet being yanked back across the stage. The hand remains everpresent overhead, dictating his movements so easily as his arms fly up to block the hand coming at him. Behind his own body, the shadows take another shape - mirror-like objects, each larger than Scaramouche's own torso, circled like a halo behind his back, moving in slow rotation.
The voice that had been speaking shifts as the blade in his hand does, taking on the form of an uchigatana, which he uses to strike out again, aiming for Ryo's torso. It's a voice that some may recognize, equally commanding and carrying the weight of divinity as it continues:
The fierce god crafted many in their image, but one creation stood out above the rest. What a fine creation it was, built in a way that would far surpass any human that came after it.]
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I refuse—!
[But like, damn?? When has life ever listened to his ass??? Obviously it's not going to start now. He's not focusing on Ryo, but he barely even has to; his body bends to a will outside of his own as he fights back against it futilely but fervently, dodging out of the way in jerky, staccato bursts, exactly like a puppet being yanked back across the stage. The hand remains everpresent overhead, dictating his movements so easily as his arms fly up to block the hand coming at him. Behind his own body, the shadows take another shape - mirror-like objects, each larger than Scaramouche's own torso, circled like a halo behind his back, moving in slow rotation.
The voice that had been speaking shifts as the blade in his hand does, taking on the form of an uchigatana, which he uses to strike out again, aiming for Ryo's torso. It's a voice that some may recognize, equally commanding and carrying the weight of divinity as it continues:
The fierce god crafted many in their image, but one creation stood out above the rest. What a fine creation it was, built in a way that would far surpass any human that came after it.]