[The smell of blood alone was making him sick, but as long as Waver focused on things in the shortest term he could hold himself together. One step after another, one incantation at a time, group after group of demons entangled and restrained by tiny flitting wings of metal for someone stronger to cut down. Focus on anything but the big picture to stop himself falling to pieces, and everything would be fine.]
[Or so he thought, right up until the instant a blade went through Nox's chest. And while he wanted to do anything other than freeze on the spot, that wasn't the case when faced with the situation at hand. Maybe they'd get lucky and it would pick him off as the weakest one first, then at least anyone else would have a second to get away.]
[Something in his head screamed against the sudden pressure of energy, something as terrible and incomprehensible to him as a sword that split heaven and earth tearing the skies asunder. When he came back to himself enough to clear a mind having gone blank, there was a rush of speed and power comparable to a Servant moving in a whirlwind of blades and claws. Whether it was the surreality of the situation of the mild horror of a demon being ripped to pieces, something snapped him out of the paralyzing shock--by the time Nox had changed back, Waver was already dropping to one knee next to him, right hand flickering with healing magecraft.]
Sh...just shut up for a second. Please. [Trying and failing to shake off a wide-eyed shellshocked look, he tried to focus on repairing whatever damage might have been left after that.]
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[Or so he thought, right up until the instant a blade went through Nox's chest. And while he wanted to do anything other than freeze on the spot, that wasn't the case when faced with the situation at hand. Maybe they'd get lucky and it would pick him off as the weakest one first, then at least anyone else would have a second to get away.]
[Something in his head screamed against the sudden pressure of energy, something as terrible and incomprehensible to him as a sword that split heaven and earth tearing the skies asunder. When he came back to himself enough to clear a mind having gone blank, there was a rush of speed and power comparable to a Servant moving in a whirlwind of blades and claws. Whether it was the surreality of the situation of the mild horror of a demon being ripped to pieces, something snapped him out of the paralyzing shock--by the time Nox had changed back, Waver was already dropping to one knee next to him, right hand flickering with healing magecraft.]
Sh...just shut up for a second. Please. [Trying and failing to shake off a wide-eyed shellshocked look, he tried to focus on repairing whatever damage might have been left after that.]