Lunging forward she rakes her talons deep into the mass of green electricity making up his body now. Awaiting the familiar taste of crimson on her talons. the confusion and horror that meets her when crimson doesn't follow.
[-2hp]
[43/45HP]
"You how, how is this even possible?" The clone stutters for a brief moment before an unusual frenzy starts to tingle down her spine as if a directive uploaded right into her brain stem.
"You're not a normal flesh bag. This is going to be a lot more than just squashing some bugs. Looks like I finally get to test out the full scope of my strength." She says as an odd sensation spirals into her mind.
"Forward. Forward. Forward." Blake and Nero say in unison, their voices overlaying over each other. Both of them become nearly lost in the inferno of madness. Without the other they would surely succumb to insanity.
