Sans's face hits the marble, shattering his short-lived satisfaction at having struck his target so deeply. His tail has been wrenched, wound up in kinks, as his cheekbone cracks against marble. It's so easy for them. It takes so little to damage him.
It hurts, and from the first moment, he can already tell that his bone has split by the deeply of blue ectoplasmic blood dripping down his cheek. He raises his hand to his face, shuddering as he can feel such a small injury rattle his entire body. He can tell then, despite it all, that Lambert wasn't trying to kill him. It didn't burn the same way.
Yet, what did it matter? No matter how much he'd been through, no matter how much power he gained, he was still weak compared to this human. No matter how many hits he got in, they would just keep going. It would never be enough.
The feelings of desperation and anger fill him as he scoops himself off the floor, determined to continue. He sees Lambert dashing through the crowd, moving towards the balconies - to escape? Surely not.
He won't let him. Another human is not going to escape him.
Gathering his magical power, he threads together a blue magical spell - he seizes control of the gravity surrounding Lambert, and brings it down violently. He intends to smash Lambert hard into the floor, to try to replicate the damage that Lambert had done so trivially. The energy congeals just before Lambert can reach the balcony doors, plowing downward as Sans teleports forward to meet him with a slashing sword.
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Sans's face hits the marble, shattering his short-lived satisfaction at having struck his target so deeply. His tail has been wrenched, wound up in kinks, as his cheekbone cracks against marble. It's so easy for them. It takes so little to damage him.
It hurts, and from the first moment, he can already tell that his bone has split by the deeply of blue ectoplasmic blood dripping down his cheek. He raises his hand to his face, shuddering as he can feel such a small injury rattle his entire body. He can tell then, despite it all, that Lambert wasn't trying to kill him. It didn't burn the same way.
Yet, what did it matter? No matter how much he'd been through, no matter how much power he gained, he was still weak compared to this human. No matter how many hits he got in, they would just keep going. It would never be enough.
The feelings of desperation and anger fill him as he scoops himself off the floor, determined to continue. He sees Lambert dashing through the crowd, moving towards the balconies - to escape? Surely not.
He won't let him. Another human is not going to escape him.
Gathering his magical power, he threads together a blue magical spell - he seizes control of the gravity surrounding Lambert, and brings it down violently. He intends to smash Lambert hard into the floor, to try to replicate the damage that Lambert had done so trivially. The energy congeals just before Lambert can reach the balcony doors, plowing downward as Sans teleports forward to meet him with a slashing sword.