"What are you doing..?" Darin doesn't understand. He can't parse what exactly Allura is doing. But what's more alarming is the fact that Diomuhr is changing his shape again. It's slight, almost barely noticeable. The build stays the same; it matches Darin's almost exactly, but the hair changes and the clothes follow suit.
Darin scrambles to his feet. He knows what's coming.
'Diomuhr' steps forward, but he's not wearing Darin's visage any longer. Not exactly, anyway. The face is the same, but the hair is a deep forest green and instead of being short and spiked back, hangs just beyond his shoulders. His eyes are an intense blue, and while he bears Darin's characteristic smirk, there is much more malice held in that look than Darin could ever hope to muster. To Allura, while the face is the same as Darin's the hair color should give the identity away, considering the first memory she saw. And if doesn't, the edges of a jagged scar starting between his neck and his left shoulder can be seen just along the fringes of his black sleeveless shirt.
I don't really know what you're trying to do, Princess, but a little show of force like that isn't exactly something to deter me. But if we're going to show each other what we're capable of...
He lets the ominous statement hang as he lifts a hand up. Darin doesn't wait for whatever's about to come next. He uses whatever strength he can and darts forward only to be backhanded away with the same uplifted hand. The blow is terrifying, it sounds like a point blank artillery strike and the way Darin's entire frame snaps and lurches, then gets propelled into the darkness only reinforces how powerful the attack was. If this were real, there would be the very real sound of bones cracking and snapping from that one strike alone.
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Darin scrambles to his feet. He knows what's coming.
'Diomuhr' steps forward, but he's not wearing Darin's visage any longer. Not exactly, anyway. The face is the same, but the hair is a deep forest green and instead of being short and spiked back, hangs just beyond his shoulders. His eyes are an intense blue, and while he bears Darin's characteristic smirk, there is much more malice held in that look than Darin could ever hope to muster. To Allura, while the face is the same as Darin's the hair color should give the identity away, considering the first memory she saw. And if doesn't, the edges of a jagged scar starting between his neck and his left shoulder can be seen just along the fringes of his black sleeveless shirt.
I don't really know what you're trying to do, Princess, but a little show of force like that isn't exactly something to deter me. But if we're going to show each other what we're capable of...
He lets the ominous statement hang as he lifts a hand up. Darin doesn't wait for whatever's about to come next. He uses whatever strength he can and darts forward only to be backhanded away with the same uplifted hand. The blow is terrifying, it sounds like a point blank artillery strike and the way Darin's entire frame snaps and lurches, then gets propelled into the darkness only reinforces how powerful the attack was. If this were real, there would be the very real sound of bones cracking and snapping from that one strike alone.