Due to the shaking and the shifty eyes, Glacius is not at all convinced that nothing has disturbed his friend. He scans the room again, only to have his focus drawn back to Carlisle when he speaks up again. There's something in his voice that's deeply unsettling, something that suggests that much more than just his usual nerves is eating away at him. The ice alien steps closer to his friend, placing his hands on the bedside.
"Leave? No, I'm not leaving you," Glacius shakes his head, completely aware of the way the shadows shift behind him, a shape quickly taking form...
... And then a loud CRACK breaks the silence in the room, followed by a resounding shriek from the otherworldly being as his entire body goes rigid with agony. Shards of the alien's icy skin and a stream of freezing purple blood spray across the foot of the bed from a gruesome wound as a jagged, icy lance is punched forcibly through his middle. Wherever the double was hiding--likely under one of the pieces of furniture in the room-- he has seized his chance upon seeing his original's complete focus on the recovering clergyman.
Glacius, however, is not one to be done in by mere impalement. He lowers his head, glares down at the blood-slicked point protruding from his abdomen, emits a powerful growl... and then his whole body shimmers once as he prepares to liquidize and free himself. Unfortunately, his double is all too familiar with these tactics, and has brought with him something to stop the process in its tracks, something that Carlisle himself had told him where to find: he targets the most vulnerable spot of Glacius' anatomy, seeking to overwhelm his coherent thought with further agony. With his opponent's gills flared, the double's free hand loops a long and thick strand of the clergyman's fanged ivy around his lower neck and pulls it tight, digging the thorns deep into those biological vents... and the alien's voice changes from a snarl to a howl, once that quickly chokes over the blood welling up.
With Glacius' resistances temporarily overwhelmed, the double draws the lance from his middle and shoves him forcefully to the ground. The original claws desperately at his neck, trying to remove the barbs that have sunk deep into his throat while the double pounds mercilessly at his icy armor. It isn't until he's cracked through Glacius' skin in multiple places and left him beaten to pulp that he seems to stop, straightening up as seething breaths billow from his gills... and then raises his arm, allowing it to take the form of a lance again, clearly intending to end this morbid display right here and now.
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"Leave? No, I'm not leaving you," Glacius shakes his head, completely aware of the way the shadows shift behind him, a shape quickly taking form...
... And then a loud CRACK breaks the silence in the room, followed by a resounding shriek from the otherworldly being as his entire body goes rigid with agony. Shards of the alien's icy skin and a stream of freezing purple blood spray across the foot of the bed from a gruesome wound as a jagged, icy lance is punched forcibly through his middle. Wherever the double was hiding--likely under one of the pieces of furniture in the room-- he has seized his chance upon seeing his original's complete focus on the recovering clergyman.
Glacius, however, is not one to be done in by mere impalement. He lowers his head, glares down at the blood-slicked point protruding from his abdomen, emits a powerful growl... and then his whole body shimmers once as he prepares to liquidize and free himself. Unfortunately, his double is all too familiar with these tactics, and has brought with him something to stop the process in its tracks, something that Carlisle himself had told him where to find: he targets the most vulnerable spot of Glacius' anatomy, seeking to overwhelm his coherent thought with further agony. With his opponent's gills flared, the double's free hand loops a long and thick strand of the clergyman's fanged ivy around his lower neck and pulls it tight, digging the thorns deep into those biological vents... and the alien's voice changes from a snarl to a howl, once that quickly chokes over the blood welling up.
With Glacius' resistances temporarily overwhelmed, the double draws the lance from his middle and shoves him forcefully to the ground. The original claws desperately at his neck, trying to remove the barbs that have sunk deep into his throat while the double pounds mercilessly at his icy armor. It isn't until he's cracked through Glacius' skin in multiple places and left him beaten to pulp that he seems to stop, straightening up as seething breaths billow from his gills... and then raises his arm, allowing it to take the form of a lance again, clearly intending to end this morbid display right here and now.