[As Knives' body peels apart into weapons, the creature doesn't grip him with its abilities, only continuing to grin as if daring him to strike. The shadow doesn't run, doesn't fend Knives away, and doesn't let go of his pet.
Legato is seized too tightly with pain and panic to form words--either mentally or out loud--only possessing enough focus to quickly track the path of Knives' attack. He knows exactly what will happen if his shadow is struck, but it's likely the only thing that will get it to retreat. Right now, he is willing to suffer almost anything to be even temporarily free of it.
So, however Knives attacks the shadow, Legato desperately flicks out a mental reach to nudge the blades' trajectory away from anything immediately lethal.]
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Legato is seized too tightly with pain and panic to form words--either mentally or out loud--only possessing enough focus to quickly track the path of Knives' attack. He knows exactly what will happen if his shadow is struck, but it's likely the only thing that will get it to retreat. Right now, he is willing to suffer almost anything to be even temporarily free of it.
So, however Knives attacks the shadow, Legato desperately flicks out a mental reach to nudge the blades' trajectory away from anything immediately lethal.]