"Oh, that's more like it." Scar's other form is fascinating. Wriothesley looks up - and up - with a grin, the scars melting away from his skin as a spiky, iridescent aura forms around him. "Love the goat head."
Four razor sharp shards of ice go flying towards Scar's eyes but pierce any part of his body they can reach as Wriothesley takes the punch, just to see what it feels like. He's knocked back a pace but steadies himself, his grin only getting wider. "Still not enough, Mezzo! Come on!"
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Four razor sharp shards of ice go flying towards Scar's eyes but pierce any part of his body they can reach as Wriothesley takes the punch, just to see what it feels like. He's knocked back a pace but steadies himself, his grin only getting wider. "Still not enough, Mezzo! Come on!"