[OOC: Sorry this is so late! Mega stormLand hurricane came up and knocked out power to over 2 million people in and around DC. Took 'em forever to get it back online.]
He instinctively braced himself for impact when Lingormr appeared before him, but the illusion splintered around him as he hit it. Several more images vanished as he ran through them. The Once-ler had no idea how the man was doing this, but it seemed like each one before him was just another illusion.
Soma was still trying to reach through to her friend. The Once-ler felt a pang of concern at her gasping words, which surprised him. They had only just met, and he already was worried about her. Perhaps he had been missing human contact, no, any contact more than he thought. He truly hoped that Lingormr was brainwashed; he didn't like the idea that Soma considered a psychopath her friend.
Again Lingormr appeared before him; this was getting really tiresome. The Once-ler continued straight forward, intent on ignoring yet another illusion. Slamming into a very solid and very real Lingormr shocked him so much he didn't register the sharp pain at his waist for a few seconds.
The Once-ler looked down in surprise at the red stain that was beginning to blossom around the hilt of the blade in his side. Eyes wide, he looked back up, locking eyes with Lingormr.
A part of his brain noted, with some amusement, that without that ridiculous helmet on Lingormr would be almost half a foot shorter than the Once-ler. Dumb thing to think about, really, with a knife once again sticking him. He was starting to feel slightly light-headed now.
With a groan, he pushed himself back from Lingormr, clapping a hand to the new stab wound as he curved around the other man. His injured leg faltered, and he fell against the wall. He didn't know how much more of this he could take.
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Mega stormLand hurricane came up and knocked out power to over 2 million people in and around DC. Took 'em forever to get it back online.]He instinctively braced himself for impact when Lingormr appeared before him, but the illusion splintered around him as he hit it. Several more images vanished as he ran through them. The Once-ler had no idea how the man was doing this, but it seemed like each one before him was just another illusion.
Soma was still trying to reach through to her friend. The Once-ler felt a pang of concern at her gasping words, which surprised him. They had only just met, and he already was worried about her. Perhaps he had been missing human contact, no, any contact more than he thought. He truly hoped that Lingormr was brainwashed; he didn't like the idea that Soma considered a psychopath her friend.
Again Lingormr appeared before him; this was getting really tiresome. The Once-ler continued straight forward, intent on ignoring yet another illusion. Slamming into a very solid and very real Lingormr shocked him so much he didn't register the sharp pain at his waist for a few seconds.
The Once-ler looked down in surprise at the red stain that was beginning to blossom around the hilt of the blade in his side. Eyes wide, he looked back up, locking eyes with Lingormr.
A part of his brain noted, with some amusement, that without that ridiculous helmet on Lingormr would be almost half a foot shorter than the Once-ler. Dumb thing to think about, really, with a knife once again sticking him. He was starting to feel slightly light-headed now.
With a groan, he pushed himself back from Lingormr, clapping a hand to the new stab wound as he curved around the other man. His injured leg faltered, and he fell against the wall. He didn't know how much more of this he could take.