[ If only Bruno could scream. There would be so much screaming if he could. It would have been regrettable for sure. Thankfully — or not, actually — the sensation of his soul being torn at, followed by the knowledge that he's dying... that Solomon is... was? Dying? It leaves any noise he could make on his own frozen in his throat and then he's violently ejected from the place where the younger Solomon is left.
He stares in confused horror as Barbatos moves towards the man. It isn't what he expected a demon to look like, ever. He looks too... too human... apart from the, uh. Parts. Those look demonic for sure.
But then the vision fades away, leaving the both of them sprawled out in the snow. He's been clutching his ruana tightly to his chest with both hands since being thrown back, struggling to get his breathing under control. Breathe in, breathe out, feel out the shield against the toxin, if it's still there.
Barely, but it is, for now. ]
Th-that was... was...? Wh-why was that s-so intense?
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He stares in confused horror as Barbatos moves towards the man. It isn't what he expected a demon to look like, ever. He looks too... too human... apart from the, uh. Parts. Those look demonic for sure.
But then the vision fades away, leaving the both of them sprawled out in the snow. He's been clutching his ruana tightly to his chest with both hands since being thrown back, struggling to get his breathing under control. Breathe in, breathe out, feel out the shield against the toxin, if it's still there.
Barely, but it is, for now. ]
Th-that was... was...? Wh-why was that s-so intense?