[If he were in his right mind, this would've worked. Hell, if he were in his wrong mind this would work. It would've worked if he were anything but at the absolute height of a god-induced fever of paranoia. Sorry Lance, he's a little too far gone now.]
You should've just taken the head start.
[The distance was a good idea. Lance is going to need it when Michael drops to the side like a limp doll and his shadow spreads out from under him like an ink stain. An ink stain which immediately erupts with a pair of long, skeletal hands, each finger tipped with an unsettlingly large claw. The hands become arms, dragging out a bear-skull head and wide, bony shoulders. As the creature emerges, the inky shadow clings to it and becomes a kind of ethereal flesh, unstable and ever-shifting.
The creature's blue-fire eyes are fixed firmly on Lance.]
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You should've just taken the head start.
[The distance was a good idea. Lance is going to need it when Michael drops to the side like a limp doll and his shadow spreads out from under him like an ink stain. An ink stain which immediately erupts with a pair of long, skeletal hands, each finger tipped with an unsettlingly large claw. The hands become arms, dragging out a bear-skull head and wide, bony shoulders. As the creature emerges, the inky shadow clings to it and becomes a kind of ethereal flesh, unstable and ever-shifting.
The creature's blue-fire eyes are fixed firmly on Lance.]