There was an invincible force preventing Laurel from moving, he was feeling the creature's impossible presence while Oswald's screams echoed.
Why? Why was it his reaction?
He couldn't understand what hindered his movement so much, what made his body seemingly turn into stone to the sole presence of the man. It weighed down his mind, he felt his consciousness fight to not fade. As he tightened his grip and sunk his nails in the palm of his hand, he actually healed of a mental attack that was supposed to make him pass out.
The thing in front of him had nothing terrifying other than curious animals eyes, it was crimson red but bore the shape of a herbivorous beast, none that had ever shaken his heart as much as the soul-scanning man.
The goat's eyes were the source of the terror. It was off, it stained the perfect body, and the confidence the man shown while he simply ate a chunk of his friend sent a shiver down his spine.
