Natural muscles son. They harden in response to trauma....
The big guy sighs, this feels dirty. And to be completely honest he'd rather not finish off something so... so... weak. There was no glory in it, no satisfaction. Well, he glanced at Monika, and then Kotarou after he got mud spat onto his face. He was actually mulling over if he wanted to finish this sad, sad creature off right now. Not that the thing really needed any pity or mercy.
Right... Beowulf lazily straddles the soul stealer's back; made easier thanks to Monika and Kotarou. A massive hand reaching down violently grasp its mask. With a grunt he began to pry at it, fingers digging into mud, their target struggling and spitting out profanities as it begged for them to stop.
"Don't listen to it." He said to the to, as with one more grunt from the servant, and shriek from the creature, he ripped the mask off!
sorry, sorry this got buried under a bunch of tags "orz
The big guy sighs, this feels dirty. And to be completely honest he'd rather not finish off something so... so... weak. There was no glory in it, no satisfaction. Well, he glanced at Monika, and then Kotarou after he got mud spat onto his face. He was actually mulling over if he wanted to finish this sad, sad creature off right now. Not that the thing really needed any pity or mercy.
Right... Beowulf lazily straddles the soul stealer's back; made easier thanks to Monika and Kotarou. A massive hand reaching down violently grasp its mask. With a grunt he began to pry at it, fingers digging into mud, their target struggling and spitting out profanities as it begged for them to stop.
"Don't listen to it." He said to the to, as with one more grunt from the servant, and shriek from the creature, he ripped the mask off!