He twists in Metaari's arms, fighting him relentlessly. That bloody face had stopped looking like Cade a long time ago-- the skin and hair had gotten darker, the nose longer and more prominent, spidery vallaslin over its surface. Merrick needs to get back to it and hit more, harder, beat it until it's nothing.
The screams he continues to let out are horrific to hear. They're wretched, like a wounded animal's, tearing brutally at his throat. He doesn't seem to register anyone else in the room, or even where he is.
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He twists in Metaari's arms, fighting him relentlessly. That bloody face had stopped looking like Cade a long time ago-- the skin and hair had gotten darker, the nose longer and more prominent, spidery vallaslin over its surface. Merrick needs to get back to it and hit more, harder, beat it until it's nothing.
The screams he continues to let out are horrific to hear. They're wretched, like a wounded animal's, tearing brutally at his throat. He doesn't seem to register anyone else in the room, or even where he is.