[He snaps his gaze up to her. Looking unintentionally feral for a moment. Izuku's boyish features now a clenched jaw and a pained expression as the magic ravages his body. It hurts like blades are cutting him up from the inside out. The magic trying to spear itself out of his body somehow.
Izuku takes a shuddering breath in and then looks down again. Trying to concentrate on something to pinpoint the source of the magic. The blood is still gushing out of his shoulder but it does seem to be slowing down as the moments tick by. He has to focus on the point. The singular point inside of him...
For a split second Izuku feels alone. Even with Tifa there trying her best to do something and anything to help him. He used to have a voice- multiple voices- supporting him from the inside of his soul. But entering this world has taken them away from Izuku. Now he doesn't know what to do. But he tries to focus. Slowly controlling his breathing and allowing the blood to trickle out until the tendrils soften and fall. Finally, a simple flow of energy and blood seeps from his shoulder and he lets out a gasp of relief.]
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[He snaps his gaze up to her. Looking unintentionally feral for a moment. Izuku's boyish features now a clenched jaw and a pained expression as the magic ravages his body. It hurts like blades are cutting him up from the inside out. The magic trying to spear itself out of his body somehow.
Izuku takes a shuddering breath in and then looks down again. Trying to concentrate on something to pinpoint the source of the magic. The blood is still gushing out of his shoulder but it does seem to be slowing down as the moments tick by. He has to focus on the point. The singular point inside of him...
For a split second Izuku feels alone. Even with Tifa there trying her best to do something and anything to help him. He used to have a voice- multiple voices- supporting him from the inside of his soul. But entering this world has taken them away from Izuku. Now he doesn't know what to do. But he tries to focus. Slowly controlling his breathing and allowing the blood to trickle out until the tendrils soften and fall. Finally, a simple flow of energy and blood seeps from his shoulder and he lets out a gasp of relief.]
... Hgnn... It's ... slowing down.