[Allen can sense rather than see Lambert's enraged confusion. He's a little too preoccupied wresting back his arm to see much else.]
I'm sorry--it's not listening to me. I think--ngh--it's angry.
[Betrayed, the word is betrayed. Most feathers are still in a loose form of a limb, rather like tendons holding larger bunches together, writhing, screaming in Allen's head. It's not actively attacking Lambert's shield, but that's only because he's not an Akuma.]
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I'm sorry--it's not listening to me. I think--ngh--it's angry.
[Betrayed, the word is betrayed. Most feathers are still in a loose form of a limb, rather like tendons holding larger bunches together, writhing, screaming in Allen's head. It's not actively attacking Lambert's shield, but that's only because he's not an Akuma.]
Sorry. It'll calm down, just--gimme a moment.