His fury was growing. The cat lashed his tail and bared his teeth, long hooked claws scraping the ground with each staggering step. The red and black crackle around his pelt grew more erratic, louder, like sizzling embers. He paced and the shards of quartz had ceased, but now his distorted vision had locked onto a more familiar shape. Canine. Dog.




There came a sudden silence, as if the air had been sucked out of the room entirely. The air felt heavy, then hot, then burning. Carcino let out a sound of horrific distortion, a blood-choked scream that sounded muted as suddenly, the stifled room popped and the world around them became momentarily ignited with a blinding white light. Another POP, like ear drums bursting, then the white heat would suspend it's havock, and suddenly, the red glow that ignited the world around them would cease to exist.

The bone hit its mark perfectly. For a moment, the cat stood, stiff, still, the magic around his body still crackling, sizzling, his fur curled, the stone around him shattered and baked black. The smell of blood was overshadowed with the metallic stink of radiation. For a moment, the fury-blind cat stood stock still, and then, with a shiver, he collapsed. He lay still, his energy spent, the red and black corruption gone, leaving only surface cracks along yellowy horns, lines of bare skin where his blood had ran too hot for the fur to stay in place, like veins across his body. Those would fade with time, the fur would grow back... but his face was the worst part.

Gore. Simple, mangled, unadulterated gore. The entire left side had been blown off entirely, and now it bled only a little, burned into an angry red scar that twisted his features and ran as far as his jawline. On top of all of that, he stank of sulfur and rot. It would take a lot of mending to fix this mess.