[Legato has never had absolute, flawless control over the Plants--he knows that Vash had eventually been able to shake his influence in the past--so, though the creature doesn't let go of Knives' limb until it escapes his grip, its hold over him does shake a little first.
The creature drops its mental influence completely once it wriggles free, leaving Knives able to move as he pleases as it scampers back over to its prey. Legato's clothes have been shredded, but he still has enough shirt left to grab the collar of, so the beast fists a hand into the fabric and hauls him away from the table until he falls to his knees beside it.
And there it pauses to grin at Knives, eager to see what he'll do next.]
Leave him the fuck alone! [Knives screams again and moves quickly to try to get between Legato and the creature.]
He's mine.
[He feels so possessive and furious at this monster for daring to hurt what belongs to him. He wants to rip it apart and so his body changes, turning into blades to attack the creature.]
[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.]
[Knives feels that pull change his aim and feels furious at how much he's being manipulated by Legato's powers. The first time it had been impressive, but in this situation, it just fuels his anger.
It isn't until the wounds clearly show up on Legato that he understands and realizes that his normal way of dealing with this threat needs to be scaled back. He doesn't want to accidently hurt Legato.]
What are you? [He demands from the shadow, still trying to put himself between the shadow and Legato.]
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The creature drops its mental influence completely once it wriggles free, leaving Knives able to move as he pleases as it scampers back over to its prey. Legato's clothes have been shredded, but he still has enough shirt left to grab the collar of, so the beast fists a hand into the fabric and hauls him away from the table until he falls to his knees beside it.
And there it pauses to grin at Knives, eager to see what he'll do next.]
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He's mine.
[He feels so possessive and furious at this monster for daring to hurt what belongs to him. He wants to rip it apart and so his body changes, turning into blades to attack the creature.]
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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.]
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It isn't until the wounds clearly show up on Legato that he understands and realizes that his normal way of dealing with this threat needs to be scaled back. He doesn't want to accidently hurt Legato.]
What are you? [He demands from the shadow, still trying to put himself between the shadow and Legato.]