[Absolutely he can take care of himself. And he expects to, if the way he swats at Onni's fussing hands with a vexed and confused growl indicates anything. At least it confirms that he's fine.
Still, back on his feet, he takes the second Onni affords him to regroup. The ghost's beginning to remind him, too, of Scarlet's demon: the scribbly red eyes tearing open like bloody holes in her black energy, the feral, uncontrolled hatred for everything around it. This thing's not as strong as she was, but the memory stirs up Brook's fear. His own demon's energy flares up a little, both hungry for and destabilized by that primal emotion.
It's not enough to erode his control, but it pisses him off.
He's not built to protect. He has no skills or weapons to block those claws slicing at Onni. What Brook is is fast, agile, and brutal. While the ghost's occupied with Onni, while he thrusts his spear at its face, Brook ducks past both of them, bounces off the wall, and smashes his foot into the back of the ghost's skull--which drives its head further onto Onni's spear with a squelching crunch.
The ghost's limbs go limp. Its weight sags. T-teamwork makes the dream work.]
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Still, back on his feet, he takes the second Onni affords him to regroup. The ghost's beginning to remind him, too, of Scarlet's demon: the scribbly red eyes tearing open like bloody holes in her black energy, the feral, uncontrolled hatred for everything around it. This thing's not as strong as she was, but the memory stirs up Brook's fear. His own demon's energy flares up a little, both hungry for and destabilized by that primal emotion.
It's not enough to erode his control, but it pisses him off.
He's not built to protect. He has no skills or weapons to block those claws slicing at Onni. What Brook is is fast, agile, and brutal. While the ghost's occupied with Onni, while he thrusts his spear at its face, Brook ducks past both of them, bounces off the wall, and smashes his foot into the back of the ghost's skull--which drives its head further onto Onni's spear with a squelching crunch.
The ghost's limbs go limp. Its weight sags. T-teamwork makes the dream work.]