[ wrath reaches out to and grabs hold of emilia's arm as soon as he senses what is ahead, senses danger is ahead. his grip is tight enough to show there is reason to be worried ahead before he has even been able to indicate it in any other way.
he points forward to indicate there is prey ahead, creatures which sound and smell unfamiliar to him (other than smelling of death itself, of decaying bodies).
after this, he steps forward, slowly. he does not know what manner of beast they will face, but he is more frightening than whatever is there. he will not let them touch her. the creatures round the bend, and he rushes forward, making a face of pure disgust even in the midst of the animalistic predatory rage. he grips hold of one of the arms and twists, it crunches off and drops to the floor. this is not enough to stop it so he reaches out for its head this time, crushing it against the dark wall near them.
he is slower than usual- distantly he is aware of this, trying to adjust to that. ]
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he points forward to indicate there is prey ahead, creatures which sound and smell unfamiliar to him (other than smelling of death itself, of decaying bodies).
after this, he steps forward, slowly. he does not know what manner of beast they will face, but he is more frightening than whatever is there. he will not let them touch her. the creatures round the bend, and he rushes forward, making a face of pure disgust even in the midst of the animalistic predatory rage. he grips hold of one of the arms and twists, it crunches off and drops to the floor. this is not enough to stop it so he reaches out for its head this time, crushing it against the dark wall near them.
he is slower than usual- distantly he is aware of this, trying to adjust to that. ]