[The best he could do at that moment felt like he was scratching the bare minimum. Tifa likely would have been completely crushed by now if he hadn't managed to somehow restrain the claw after that kick, which now trembles over her body.
You got this...
Her voice is heard clearly, and for a moment despair fills the void. To have so much trust and belief in him and yet he can't seem to do more than this. Despite their efforts, this will just end in another nightmare...
One where he's left helpless and powerless to only watch as he kills the one he's sworn to protect, sworn his life and heart to. Just another repeat.
The lindwurm shakes its head before it roars and lunges down, fangs bared wide.
You got this...
ENOUGH!
With its fangs just mere inches away from Tifa's face, the lindwurm suddenly stops and rears back, lightning suddenly erupting over its body yet not reaching Tifa. It rears and staggers back away, the smell of charred hide adding to the rot of the remains and blood, and soon the lindwurm crashes to the ground
It's exhausting him, taking every bit of strength he has. But he had somehow wrenched a hand out of the black substance and slammed it out to grab whatever he could. It was strange as there wasn't really anything physical that he could see or sense, but he could feel something. And he latched onto it with all his might and drove as much dreamotion into it.
Even so he could feel it resisting him, heat searing up his arm and carrying the voices of fear and hatred, his nightmares flickering in his mind. Again he feels something stabbing into his back and into his neck, something latched onto him like a cage. It—this entire nightmare—is trying to weaken him. But he repeats Tifa's voice over and over again to drown it out and shoots another surge of lightning, this time with ice forming around the legs to try to keep the body in place.
Of course, he feels it, too. Bound together with the body, he feels the same pain he inflicted, yet he just endures. If this is what it takes...
Yet he's reaching his limit. Perhaps if this were earlier he would have more strength...but he's been worn down, tired. He doesn't want to give up, but he needs this to end. He needs...
...]
Tifa...listen to me carefully...
[His voice is strained as it rumbles over the still burning, charred fields, the lindwurm still trying to break free from the ice and the buzzing electricity that binds it.]
...I can't retain control much longer...but I'll finish this.
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You got this...
Her voice is heard clearly, and for a moment despair fills the void. To have so much trust and belief in him and yet he can't seem to do more than this. Despite their efforts, this will just end in another nightmare...
One where he's left helpless and powerless to only watch as he kills the one he's sworn to protect, sworn his life and heart to. Just another repeat.
The lindwurm shakes its head before it roars and lunges down, fangs bared wide.
You got this...
ENOUGH!
With its fangs just mere inches away from Tifa's face, the lindwurm suddenly stops and rears back, lightning suddenly erupting over its body yet not reaching Tifa. It rears and staggers back away, the smell of charred hide adding to the rot of the remains and blood, and soon the lindwurm crashes to the ground
It's exhausting him, taking every bit of strength he has. But he had somehow wrenched a hand out of the black substance and slammed it out to grab whatever he could. It was strange as there wasn't really anything physical that he could see or sense, but he could feel something. And he latched onto it with all his might and drove as much dreamotion into it.
Even so he could feel it resisting him, heat searing up his arm and carrying the voices of fear and hatred, his nightmares flickering in his mind. Again he feels something stabbing into his back and into his neck, something latched onto him like a cage. It—this entire nightmare—is trying to weaken him. But he repeats Tifa's voice over and over again to drown it out and shoots another surge of lightning, this time with ice forming around the legs to try to keep the body in place.
Of course, he feels it, too. Bound together with the body, he feels the same pain he inflicted, yet he just endures. If this is what it takes...
Yet he's reaching his limit. Perhaps if this were earlier he would have more strength...but he's been worn down, tired. He doesn't want to give up, but he needs this to end. He needs...
...]
Tifa...listen to me carefully...
[His voice is strained as it rumbles over the still burning, charred fields, the lindwurm still trying to break free from the ice and the buzzing electricity that binds it.]
...I can't retain control much longer...but I'll finish this.
I need you to leave first.