As Yuugo tries to dislodge Sans's stinger from Gongenzaka, it will lash out and sink a poison filled barb into his arm, writhing around in an attempt to push in deeper. With that as Sans's only physical weapon left, he's desperate to cause as much damage as he possibly can - like Lambert has observed, there is a wildness in him now that comes from having been pushed into a corner, far outside of his comfort zone. Gongenzaka's words barely affect him as the pressure of the vines inadvertently increases, straining his ribcage and spine.
God. This could kill him. They're going to kill him. It's all his mind can think of, going in circles, charmed to see these people only as threats. A low whine between his teeth gradually thickens into a yell of pain. The only thing sparing him is that Gongenzaka doesn't actually want to hurt him, despite everything.
Gongenzaka will suddenly find his vines throwing taut, as if Sans's form is growing too big for them to hold, the pressure increasing until, somehow, the vines start to snap and give way. Sans's bones grow in size and sharpness with a visceral crack, bones shifting and snapping into new configurations, as his claws lengthen and his skull starts to contort.
It's the only way he can save himself, he thinks. Before his bestial form can truly begin to take shape, he summons down a storm of magical bones to match the ferocity of the rain itself, piercing the stone of the balcony and sending large cracks through its structure. From somewhere up above, a gaster blaster will send a laser beam tearing down through the center of the group, and the balcony is torn from the building.
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God. This could kill him. They're going to kill him. It's all his mind can think of, going in circles, charmed to see these people only as threats. A low whine between his teeth gradually thickens into a yell of pain. The only thing sparing him is that Gongenzaka doesn't actually want to hurt him, despite everything.
Gongenzaka will suddenly find his vines throwing taut, as if Sans's form is growing too big for them to hold, the pressure increasing until, somehow, the vines start to snap and give way. Sans's bones grow in size and sharpness with a visceral crack, bones shifting and snapping into new configurations, as his claws lengthen and his skull starts to contort.
It's the only way he can save himself, he thinks. Before his bestial form can truly begin to take shape, he summons down a storm of magical bones to match the ferocity of the rain itself, piercing the stone of the balcony and sending large cracks through its structure. From somewhere up above, a gaster blaster will send a laser beam tearing down through the center of the group, and the balcony is torn from the building.