[Oh, the burning scraping sensations running up his arms register all right, but his grip doesn't lessen. He feels satisfied with the initial impact of his fist against bone, the familiar cracking sound is music to his ears, and everything feels normal. Just another Subjugglator killing a lowblood, and he might as well have confirmed the Summoner's fear right then by raising his fist once more.
Then the tiny voice cuts through the oppressive air of the floor, and he stops. His eyes, blindingly red, suddenly fade back to its normal color and he stares at the damage he's done. It shouldn't have effected him so, but it does. He lowers his hand slowly, bringing it down onto the ground next to the Summoner. A sort of...cold look replaces the earlier one of rage, and bares his teeth slightly.]
Hey, shhh.
[The other hand still keeping him pinned down, he leans over him and flicks his tongue out against the corner of his mouth to lap at the blood. It's done really quick, and he soon pulls back, quickly getting to his feet.]
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Then the tiny voice cuts through the oppressive air of the floor, and he stops. His eyes, blindingly red, suddenly fade back to its normal color and he stares at the damage he's done. It shouldn't have effected him so, but it does. He lowers his hand slowly, bringing it down onto the ground next to the Summoner. A sort of...cold look replaces the earlier one of rage, and bares his teeth slightly.]
Hey, shhh.
[The other hand still keeping him pinned down, he leans over him and flicks his tongue out against the corner of his mouth to lap at the blood. It's done really quick, and he soon pulls back, quickly getting to his feet.]
Not even motherfucking worth killing anymore.