Already off balance from her swing, and frankly, out of practice, Mara lets loose a howl as she’s grappled and lashed by the void tendrils she cannot dodge. As each grasps on her bare skin, her face, her neck, her hands, the purple flame flares a brilliant white as the scent of burning charcoal fills the air.
Gods, it’s so dark again and she’s melting and screaming- no, she will NOT GO BACK-
In desperation, her entire body lets loose an explosion of flame, the heat swallowed whole by the nothingness around it. However, it should be -plenty- bright for the tendrils, which she tears away from ferociously. She doesn’t even register the other presences, and sense of utter panic gripping her limbs as she sprints in any direction besides here. Not again, never again.
“Well your mother can go have a lovely meal without me!” She yells, aching and weary.
A squawk escaped the creature. How dare it, how dare it!
What remained of the tendrils thrashed and vanished once again into the murk. Pain radiated through it, but it wasn’t going to stop now. No, not when it felt that help was rapidly approaching.
Two points of contact against the Void’s surface.
A wicked grin curled on its beak.
Two points of contact became four...
Heavy thuds of skeletal paws announced the other’s presence several seconds before a massive, horned canine charged into view. Eyelights flaring orange magic glanced at the fleeing source of violet flames only briefly before locking on target.
The void monster had begun flailing backwards the moment it realized its situation, but he barreled forward, swiping a paw at it while beginning to enter into a tumble. His claws snagged onto its gooey frame, a shriek escaping it as the bones warped and bent into fingers that then gripped it tightly. The skeleton’s massive form shrunk rapidly, fluidly, as he rolled and jumped back up on his feet, clutching a now rather terrified creature.
“Picking on someone again, Doctor?”
It refused to speak at all. Only grunts and whimpers came from it as tendrils shakily tried to pry itself out of his grasp. The orange magic in his eyelights faded back to white rings as he looked to see if he would also need to chase down the visitor or not. He even hesitated for a moment, realizing that for once, they weren’t a Gaster.
A quick glance would tell that he was currently a humanoid skeleton clad in bronze armor, however a tail ending in scythe-shaped bone trailed from him, as well as a closer inspection would show that he was...questionably solid. Armor and bone shouldn’t mix together in areas like they were made of putty.
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