[Control it? Why would he want to? Or rather, it's not that he can't. He and the Visitor are on the same page, here, after all. Which is why, when Law moves, he gives it what it wants: permission.
Michael's eyes roll back in his head and he drops like a sack of bricks. He's lucky enough not to land face-first, but he hits hard enough that his glasses get knocked to the side. And the instant he's down, a skeletal arm shoots up out of the air around him, followed immediately by a skull with snapping jaws. The Visitor is wasting no time in manifesting itself, screeching as it hauls its body up from the ether, clawing furiously at the ground, with both hands now, to make the process go faster. The black, ashy vapors that surround its bones are restless, shifting and glitching wildly.
The blue lights that serve for its eyes are focused solely on Law. If he's going to charge, it's going to meet him.]
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Michael's eyes roll back in his head and he drops like a sack of bricks. He's lucky enough not to land face-first, but he hits hard enough that his glasses get knocked to the side. And the instant he's down, a skeletal arm shoots up out of the air around him, followed immediately by a skull with snapping jaws. The Visitor is wasting no time in manifesting itself, screeching as it hauls its body up from the ether, clawing furiously at the ground, with both hands now, to make the process go faster. The black, ashy vapors that surround its bones are restless, shifting and glitching wildly.
The blue lights that serve for its eyes are focused solely on Law. If he's going to charge, it's going to meet him.]