Inner Focus Nov 21, 2018 18:41:12 GMT -6
Post by Chime on Nov 21, 2018 18:41:12 GMT -6
Chime never thought he'd feel bad for a demon, yet here he was. The guy had clearly been through hell, no pun intended. Chime could only imagine what he'd gone through while he was captured and enslaved. Nobody deserved that, demon or otherwise. Sensoa began to shake, and for a moment Chime thought he'd begun to cry, but then he heard him laughing. Well, it was either one or the other, right? If he were anyone else, Chime would lay a hand on his shoulder, but sorry as he felt for the guy, he still didn't trust him not to lash out. Also his shoulders could literally bite someone's hand off.He'd begun to think that maybe his words had gotten through to Sensoa, at least somewhat, but then the demon stood up, and looked down at Chime with his piercing green gaze. He didn't want to talk about his problems and heal, he wanted to use it as the fuel to make himself powerful. A chill went down Chime's spine, even as the air started to warm with Sensoa's flaming green energy. This was dangerous territory. The search for power for power's sake was a dark endeavor, in Chime's opinion, and willingly using your own pain to spur it on was even worse.Chime was forced to step back as Sensoa's fiery aura continued to grow, and he held his arm up again with one finger pointed toward the demon, ready to strike if he needed to, "Sensoa! Stop this! Now!" His pleas went unanswered as the demon continued to rant and laugh, clearly drunk on his own power. The little Namekian looked across to where Barban was holding Hyuki to keep her safe, and he tried to catch the wolfman's gaze, "Barban!" he shouted over the wind being kicked up around them, "Do something to stop him, or I'll have to!"His statement was punctuated by a loud snap, and blood spattering over the grass. Chime nearly gagged when he saw the wound; flesh and bone exposed where Sensoa's arm had broken. His body had buckled under the stress of his own power. Chime breathed a sigh of relief as the large demon slumped to the ground, and finally lowered his guard. Once Barban gave his charge a quick once-over to confirm he wasn't dead, the Namekian approached as well, to give that mangled arm a closer look. He kneeled down in the bloody grass and ghosted his hands over the wound, with a clear look of disgust on his face. But before he went any farther, he hesitated, and looked up to fix Barban with a stern gaze."I could heal him," he explained, "...but I'm not sure I should. He's dangerous. To himself, and to everyone around him. You see that, don't you? You have to, you're not stupid. So convince me. Because if I heal this arm, and then he uses it to blast some poor innocent person into Otherworld, I'll be responsible. And I can't do that."