Koporo wished he could have found more support for his Hero of Light, but he wasn't able to. Having arrived after Midna, the Moogle cowered behind a chair peeking out at the pair of Dylases.
"This isn't anything I can't handle!"
He'd barely been fast enough to dodge that last attack. Maybe Monk and Vampire weren't the best job choices for him after all, but he'd have plenty of time to think about that later if he survived. Dylas made a fist with his left hand while his right still sat over burned skin, clenching his fist so hard that his claws started to dig into his palm. He positioned himself to spring forward, but that's when his other self started to speak.
And with that, the Calamity Dylas snaps, his voice being replaced by a snarl as he rushes forward and slams Dylas to the ground his throat. A struggle ensues, one where Dylas tries to free himself while his Calamity self tries to keep him pinned and struggling to breath. Dylas glances at Midna and Ales with desperation and fear in his eyes, but then he steels his gaze, an aura surrounding his body as he uses the Monk's Boost ability even while being choked.
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Koporo wished he could have found more support for his Hero of Light, but he wasn't able to. Having arrived after Midna, the Moogle cowered behind a chair peeking out at the pair of Dylases.
"This isn't anything I can't handle!"
He'd barely been fast enough to dodge that last attack. Maybe Monk and Vampire weren't the best job choices for him after all, but he'd have plenty of time to think about that later if he survived. Dylas made a fist with his left hand while his right still sat over burned skin, clenching his fist so hard that his claws started to dig into his palm. He positioned himself to spring forward, but that's when his other self started to speak.
"Seè h̶o̶w lone͢ly̶ ́we a̷r͏e͟?̨ ͞N̨o o͡n͟e ̵c̷ame͘!͡ N͘o ͝o͞ne imp͠o͏r̢t͡a͟nt ̷at̕ all͟! ͞J͞us͞t ҉th͜e͢ ͜gir͡l who̕ con̴f͘us̕e̷s͡ ͏y͞ou̴ ánd t̨he͠ i͘n͞sect͡ you͞ wis͝h̴ ̧w͠o҉u̶l̷d̛ ̴be͘ ͡yo͟ur͘ ͞f̨rien̷d̡!̴ ͟Wh̡at i͏s ̢i͟t͢ yo̵u͏'͟r̨e ̕a̵lwąys ̵th̨ink̸ing?"
And then the Calamity Dylas starts to sob again, standing and wailing at the sky like he's nothing more than a child.
"̷I di͟d͞n't͜ ąsk̕ t҉o͜ ̡be͜ ͜a͡ ͠mon͘ste̕r͞! I w̷ish͠ ̕it ͞h̨ad ͟n̵ever h̷àpp̵e͟n̶e͜d͞!́ Ẃh́y̢ did̀ it͠ ̵ha҉v͢ę ̧t̀o happ̨e̴n t̡o͘ m͝e, w̧h̕a̧t did͠ I d́o̢ ̴w̶r͟ong҉? W͡h̡y ̸wo҉n'̶t̴ ̛an̕yo͡ne c͠o̡nşole̶ ͠me?͟ ̷W̸hy̷ m͘e͜,͜ ͜w͢h̷y ̕m̶e, ̡w͞ḩy me?͠"
And with that, the Calamity Dylas snaps, his voice being replaced by a snarl as he rushes forward and slams Dylas to the ground his throat. A struggle ensues, one where Dylas tries to free himself while his Calamity self tries to keep him pinned and struggling to breath. Dylas glances at Midna and Ales with desperation and fear in his eyes, but then he steels his gaze, an aura surrounding his body as he uses the Monk's Boost ability even while being choked.
"B͝ec͞au̵se ҉y͝ou̵'̶r͢e ̡no͡thin̛g ͠but̢ ̴a̵ ͡c͞ơw͢ar̀d̵! ̵Y͢o͟u͘ ̴won't҉ tell̡ pe̡opl̸e̸ ̵ąny͢t҉h̷i͟ng!̵ Y͠ou'r̨e l̶on͘e̴l̢y a͢n̵d̶ ́yo̵u'̡re hurt a̸nd͠ ̢you͞'re͝ şcar̢e͠d, so͢ ͝yơu̶ ̀p҉us͞h ̵ev̧er̡yo͡n͝e̕ ͘aw̨ay!̕ ̶I͏t҉'̷s͏ a̛l҉l y͠o͝ur fa̛ul̕t! You'r̀e ̵not͝ coòl ҉a͟nd͏ s̸tr͢o҉n̸g a̸n̡d͜ t̕r̢oųbl҉ed,͠ ͟w̧e͘'̛re ́l̢ońel͢y! ̴W̶e're͞ ͡so͜ ͝lon̛ely and͝ ̶sca̢re̴d!"