Nothing good. For what it's worth, this isn't the same thing. I'd be able to recognize it. It's just... similar.
[ Claude sighs, looking off to the side. There are others who have lost friends to this. Family. He has no such grief weighing his shoulders down, but there's still a part of him that aches to know it, to know what came of people that could have been saved, what beings they truly face in battle. He knows that he's killed many people who led rich lives before they faced the wrong side of his bow, but there's something different about killing someone who isn't even lucid enough to be able to surrender. ]
They turn into something called a demonic beast. Big, scaly monsters, easily the size of eight horses put together. Once they're turned, there's no going back. The original person disappears, and what's left behind is something hell-bent on destruction.
[ Claude grimaces. ]
Can you see why I'd rather just knock them out now?
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[ Claude sighs, looking off to the side. There are others who have lost friends to this. Family. He has no such grief weighing his shoulders down, but there's still a part of him that aches to know it, to know what came of people that could have been saved, what beings they truly face in battle. He knows that he's killed many people who led rich lives before they faced the wrong side of his bow, but there's something different about killing someone who isn't even lucid enough to be able to surrender. ]
They turn into something called a demonic beast. Big, scaly monsters, easily the size of eight horses put together. Once they're turned, there's no going back. The original person disappears, and what's left behind is something hell-bent on destruction.
[ Claude grimaces. ]
Can you see why I'd rather just knock them out now?