[If Ryu's flame means nothing to the monster, then Joshua has little reason to believe his own will fare any better, unless implemented in a different way. Normally, this is where his strategic discrenment would come into play, but the air is so thick with darkness, it's hard to think.]
[No. That isn't darkness. Not in the typical sense. It wouldn't feel like a thin veneer of ice was encroaching on his heart if it were.]
[Joshua braces himself, resigned to yet another stab of pain at the behest of a noctaere, but it doesn't come.]
[Odd. Not unwelcome, but odd.]
[He tries to recall his research. Noctaere proliferate where nightmare energy prospers, nightmare energy prospers when enough nightmares emerge--or when a reactor breaks down.]
[Then is this creature a result of the recent accident? No, it's far too in-control. Intimidating as it is, there's nothing to suggest their foe is any more sentient or willful than any common animal, other than that look it gives Ryu. The centipede may not have eyes, but its body language does well enough to convey its attitude, and its intentions. More importantly, it doesn't outright attack. It's planning--and he's sure they're not going to like exactly what that plan is.]
[There's also the matter of how easily it shrugged off Ryu's power. Noctaere fall against enough dreamotion. If the centipede felt nothing, then that lends further credence to the possibility that it's no noctaere.]
[But there's no way to be sure and Joshua's fogged mind doesn't have the time nor the capacity to theorize further. They'll have to test on the fly if they're to reach any answers on how to get out of this fight alive.]
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[If Ryu's flame means nothing to the monster, then Joshua has little reason to believe his own will fare any better, unless implemented in a different way. Normally, this is where his strategic discrenment would come into play, but the air is so thick with darkness, it's hard to think.]
[No. That isn't darkness. Not in the typical sense. It wouldn't feel like a thin veneer of ice was encroaching on his heart if it were.]
[Joshua braces himself, resigned to yet another stab of pain at the behest of a noctaere, but it doesn't come.]
[Odd. Not unwelcome, but odd.]
[He tries to recall his research. Noctaere proliferate where nightmare energy prospers, nightmare energy prospers when enough nightmares emerge--or when a reactor breaks down.]
[Then is this creature a result of the recent accident? No, it's far too in-control. Intimidating as it is, there's nothing to suggest their foe is any more sentient or willful than any common animal, other than that look it gives Ryu. The centipede may not have eyes, but its body language does well enough to convey its attitude, and its intentions. More importantly, it doesn't outright attack. It's planning--and he's sure they're not going to like exactly what that plan is.]
[There's also the matter of how easily it shrugged off Ryu's power. Noctaere fall against enough dreamotion. If the centipede felt nothing, then that lends further credence to the possibility that it's no noctaere.]
[But there's no way to be sure and Joshua's fogged mind doesn't have the time nor the capacity to theorize further. They'll have to test on the fly if they're to reach any answers on how to get out of this fight alive.]
Ryu! Your sword!