[Did someone call out for him? No, it must've been his imagination. This foe was undoubtedly much tougher than the last reckless packs of lizards, clearly a higher ranking soldier among them, but Gilgamesh views it no differently. Just trash waiting to be disposed of, refuse to be piled high and burnt to a crisp. Gilgamesh manages to weave between the blows with reasonable agility, and his face lights up when Setsuna arrives. At last!
Predictably, the bike absolutely tears through armor and scale alike. This was it, the weapon they needed all along, and Setsuna has employed the wisdom of show no mercy to its fullest. The creature screeches and writhes in agony, and its swings turn blind—both a blessing and a curse, as the arcs become more unpredictable. And eventually, it lands a hit, as it goes down in a pile of shredded flesh and guts.
Its weapon sinks into Gilgamesh's arm, perhaps in a final act of rebellion, and he gasps.]
Ah...!
[It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. It hurts more than it should, more than he can ever remember feeling in his lifetime. Such was the sacrifice of lingering too close, he supposes. At least it didn't cleave through to bone or too far past the surface, but blood gushes between his fingers as he holds his hand tight over the area.
The damned lizard continues to twitch. Is it still alive? Fury overtakes Gilgamesh, and he starts to stab into its exposed neck, again and again and again, shouting in rage and making a complete mess of what now is quite obviously a corpse. It doesn't seem to matter.]
How... dare... you... attack the King... so brazenly... you worthless... MONGREL...!
[Fortunately, the King will recover. It looks worse than it is. But for now, a bit of his madness shines through. It is harder to watch than the wound itself.]
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Predictably, the bike absolutely tears through armor and scale alike. This was it, the weapon they needed all along, and Setsuna has employed the wisdom of show no mercy to its fullest. The creature screeches and writhes in agony, and its swings turn blind—both a blessing and a curse, as the arcs become more unpredictable. And eventually, it lands a hit, as it goes down in a pile of shredded flesh and guts.
Its weapon sinks into Gilgamesh's arm, perhaps in a final act of rebellion, and he gasps.]
Ah...!
[It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. It hurts more than it should, more than he can ever remember feeling in his lifetime. Such was the sacrifice of lingering too close, he supposes. At least it didn't cleave through to bone or too far past the surface, but blood gushes between his fingers as he holds his hand tight over the area.
The damned lizard continues to twitch. Is it still alive? Fury overtakes Gilgamesh, and he starts to stab into its exposed neck, again and again and again, shouting in rage and making a complete mess of what now is quite obviously a corpse. It doesn't seem to matter.]
How... dare... you... attack the King... so brazenly... you worthless... MONGREL...!
[Fortunately, the King will recover. It looks worse than it is. But for now, a bit of his madness shines through. It is harder to watch than the wound itself.]