[There's too much to focus on. Almost. His adrenaline is pumping through each undead, vampiric, whatever vein in his body. He can feel the healing program, but it's slow. Because of his job class, it barely heals him, lacking the effectiveness that blood could carry. He'd boosted his attack earlier to try and bite his calamity self, but that's proving more and more difficult.

The Calamity version of himself makes his first move that turn by turning towards Midna and Ales, using Fulminating Oblivion to unleash a wave of dark energy aimed at the two of them. Curiously, he decides not to hit Dylas with the attack, leaving him squirming in his grip while he tried to get the upper hand. Midna's attack on him isn't strong enough to break his hold on Dylas, and the pair of them are yanked by Midna's hand.

Predictably, the Calamity Dylas sobs, his voice still a distorted version of Dylas' own.]

S̴-s͜tơp͏!͜ ̡You'̢r̸e̷ h̴u͞r̀ting m͘e, Mid͟n̸a! ͝Yo͝u'r̀e húrting ̶hi͝m, ͢t́oo͢, a̡nd̛ d̨o̶n't̸ y͡ou͡ know ͟ho͘w̵ ͝m̕u͢ch̨ ͡he͞ tŗust̵s y͞ou̸? ͜Ho̴w muc͟h ͢h͏e͜ ̕want͡s̴ to̷ ͘t͟h̷a̸n̴k̀ ҉you̕?͡ ͡But ̛h͢e c̛ąn't!͠

[The wound in his chest slowly restoring itself gives Dylas just enough freedom to fight the grip on him for a moment. He's panting as he starts to push those claws out of him by wrenching the Calamity's arm away.]

You...you don't understand, I'm supposed to...endure this all on my own. I'm not the only one it happened to. What he's saying, not all of it is a lie, but...

[The Calamity version of himself suddenly snaps violently, his aura shifting with such dangerous intent that even Ales will feel it, and Midna, who is much closer, will feel it the worst. Taking his second turn, he once again pushes his claws into Dylas, growling, snarling, voice breaking.

That's when a sound rings out above everything else. It's the sound that comes before something horrible, something that Dylas can't fight. It's the sound of his limit break. It's the sound of Wendigo about to occur, it's the sound of everyone in the room becoming his target.]

H̬̮̮͇̰̳a̙.̮͉̼͖.͚̭ͅ.̱h̤̫a͕h̪a̦̥!͎̯̮̳̩ ͕Do̻̲̣̤̲ ͕̬̟̺̝̩y͍̼̞̼̪o̳̗u͇̬̠̞̗̯ ̻̗̜t̟h̬͈̞̝̠i̹͈n̤̘̮̬͇̠ͅk ̯͕̱͈͚h̻͖e ̳̬̣͇͓̘̙c̮̗̖̳͈̮ͅa̻̹̱̩n̙̟̘ ͖̻͍̗̠͖ͅa͚̠̬̝̞̗͈c̳̫̺͙c̤̣̤e͈̫̞̞̥p̳t ͇̟̣̦̺ͅm̘̳͎̠e̞̠̻̹͕͚ ̖͙̹̘̻̣i͙̩̗f̦̯̺ ͖̞̝̲̩̤h͓̹͇ͅe͚̯ ̟̦͉̳c͚̳͉͍̬ͅa̫̥̘͈̣̻n̝̱̱̪'̩̰t ͕e̳͍v̦͔en ̙̭̗t͔a̦͓̹̻̩̹l͎̫̬k̜͓͕̗̟?̰ ͉̱H̗͈͙e ͍̱̭̼ͅd̘͕̣̙̱o͙̞e͇̭s͕̺̻n̹̫̤̩'̜̦t̹͕̲͔͎ ̻̻̭͓w͚̳͍̼͍a̭̗͖̞͔̻n̗͎̻̯̝̟t͍̹ ͎̗ṱ̲͖o͚̳ b̠̪̱͈͉͈e̯̱̲͚ ̞șe͚ͅe̮n̹̺̗̭̝̼̙ ̤̺ͅl̪͍̳̜̜̥ͅi͕̖̦̫̪̲ke͇ ̙̞t̺̜h̥̺̲i̲̭ͅs̠̥͖,͈̲̦ ̠m̼͖̼̝͚̼̘a̺y̖͈̹̮͎̰ͅb͔e̦̙̜̗ ͍̥̗͚̖̞ͅy̘̹̠͉̜̭̬o͕̠̭̘̟u͍͎̜̖ t̹͇͉w̗o ̦̦̦̜̻͙ͅc͎̼a̝̤͔̹̥̲̺n̲̣ ̖̣̗̻͙͈p͓u̫̯͚͇̪̞̥t̫̫̞̗̝͔͍ ̟̤͚͕̞͖͇ẖ̼͇̞̙i̠͇͖̬m̱͓̻̤̖͓̺ o̙̪̥̜̭͓̼ut̘̺̬̺̤ ̻͓̰̹͙̻ọ̮̱̱͔f̟̱͈͈̻̼ͅ ̯͖̳̼hi̠̻̙̼̳͍s ̣̯̖͎͔m̩̪i̻͖̗̙͓͎̫ș͖ẹ̪̗͇r̥̖̫͙̟̳̞y̟̯!̜͔

[He lets go of Dylas at long last, but Dylas staggers to his feet. His stance is unnatural. His claws are growing longer, his body is growing so cold that the temperature in the room starts to drop. His eyes are glowing golden as he snarls and then roars at the first thing that he lays eyes on.

And he's staring right at Ales.]