[The boy's struggle lasts long enough that Zekarion takes note; though the crys blocks the second fireball with no trouble, the shade's attention is drawn away from his pain and his wish, the clear indications of Scott's turmoil finally coming together in his mind as something significant—something that shouldn't be happening.
This... is wrong. He'd fought for so long to keep things like this from happening, and yet he's lying here, waiting and hoping for a child to be burdened with the prospect of murdering him...?
The creature takes the unfettered blast head on, its hooves scratching against the pavement as it tries to brace itself against the force. After only a moment, deep cracks spread through its body and it's thrown backwards, its landing a scrape across the ground on its side that ends immediately in front of the shade, who's now struggling with every ounce of strength he has to lift himself into a sitting position. Shadow spills like blood from the bright hollow of the cloud as he does, one yellow eye and one amber looking to the damaged monster before turning to the red light in the sky, and then down to their source.]
Scott— [His voice is still a strangled wheeze, almost wet, but he tries again.] S-Scott.
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This... is wrong. He'd fought for so long to keep things like this from happening, and yet he's lying here, waiting and hoping for a child to be burdened with the prospect of murdering him...?
The creature takes the unfettered blast head on, its hooves scratching against the pavement as it tries to brace itself against the force. After only a moment, deep cracks spread through its body and it's thrown backwards, its landing a scrape across the ground on its side that ends immediately in front of the shade, who's now struggling with every ounce of strength he has to lift himself into a sitting position. Shadow spills like blood from the bright hollow of the cloud as he does, one yellow eye and one amber looking to the damaged monster before turning to the red light in the sky, and then down to their source.]
Scott— [His voice is still a strangled wheeze, almost wet, but he tries again.] S-Scott.