fibia: (destroying the world was a mercy.)
·suɐs ([personal profile] fibia) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs 2017-01-17 08:12 am (UTC)

[There's no real need to answer. There's no flaw in his LOVE, no crack in his armor. It's the muffling, quiet emptiness layered over a heavy apathy that was already present to begin with.

There's one main difference between him and the real Sans that Chara will take not of pretty quick: he's fast. Faster and sharper and more precise than the real Sans ever was.

He don't need to keep dodging if he's never in the way of a weapon. The Blasters haven't even stopped firing before a wave of blue ulnas shoot up from the ground, closing around them in a fencelike pattern - an impromptu, improvised bullet box. And then a streak of white, and another, and another - long, spearlike femurs shooting through the air at them in rapid succession, seemingly random, and with each projectile the box closes an inch more, further limiting their movements.

One, two, three, - nah, better make it four more Blasters laid into place to vomit continuous streams of blazing white magic at the very edges of that little bullet box of his, and then a fifth and a sixth joins them.

Only they aren't aiming across on an x-axis, oh no. They're poised directly above Chara's head, and they're firing straight down.]

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