“Hnnrgh…” he groans, looking down at the inky blue blood soaking through the front of his shihakushou around a shard of glass sticking out of his belly. He takes a moment to pull it out, resulting in a spray of blood followed by a rush of white ooze, quickly closing the wound.

“I’ll be alright,” he says, then casting his senses out. It’s hard to pick up on someone like Peridot through all the raw, primal energies being thrown around… but Gon is with her, and he knows that particular soul very well. “She’s on the ground! Shit…”

It’s all happening very fast. Ignatius shouts, and he’s made a hole. And the Mother seems to be focused intently on her new little toy.

“Never mind all that… now might be our chance. Syrlya, are you ready?”