Snippet #2710933

Victor suddenly rose with a scream, rocks and other pieces of debris flying off him. He swung his arm in a wide arc towards Zeke, missing him with a inch. Without as much of a word he attempt to stand up, punching his armored fist into the part of the house next to Zeke. His back slowly swung up from the roof, Only for Victor to make a loud exhail and falling back down again, seemingly about to calm down.

It was like waking up from a bad dream, desperatly scratching at the surface Victor finally managed to regain his mind. The demons had given up for the moment, limping back with slow, ominous whispers. He gave a glance towards Zeke, his eyes slowly regaining more and more of it's shine. It took a moment as his vision improved. He switched his gaze from Zeke, staring towards Alexei, looking between the medic and the medkit he was holding, a low animalistic growl escaping him.

Victor cursed inside his head, what had gotten into him, he was snarling like an injured wolf. It certainly gave the message across, he didn't want to be treated in any way, but growling!? He cursed again as the voices sprung up. "Aha! What, what!? Look at us, we need us! Our bones twisted and our meat mangled, but we do not need to worry, we have us." A suprisingly gentle magic ran out of the small cracks in his armor, slowly seeping around him. Healing one might call it, but more rapid regeneration. Victor continued staring eerily towards Alexei, slowly regaining his mobility and snarling threateningly.