[Alastor rolls on the ground, coughing up globs of blood. A punctured lung and other internal damage. Likely from his broken bones stabbing his internal organs. Oh, healing that damage is going to be very unpleasant.]

[He struggles to his feet, arms wrapped around his middle where blood from the teeth's puncture wounds was spilling out. His shadow flies over to him, concerned.]

Make sure it doesn't get too close to the princess. She's the priority. We don't want to see what happens if that Malice infects her.

[His shadow casts another worried glance before obeying, flying over to the crystal to stand between it and the dragon. It's still in stag form, antlers lowered in warning.]

[Alastor spits out another glob of blood, grinning away as he addresses the dragon.]

It's been a while since I last had a fight this fun! You have my gratitude!

[His antlers branch out a bit, white ribbons of power threading through the branches as more of the white ribbons flow down his coat. The code is temporarily mended as he subconsciously taps back into the dream form he'd used during the fight with the Story Eater.]

[He teleports, reappearing above one of the other eyeballs. He summons his microphone cane to attempt to ram it into the eyeball or at least try and stab its side.]