[Undyne's spears always came in sharp and fast, piercing energy that was always unforgiving.]
[Asgore, too, has pinned them beneath his trident with his head bowed in horrible grief.]
[And over, and over, and over, Floweys vines that lanced out and struck true, ripping through their flesh like it was little more than paper.]
[And Sans, as well, with a twist of blue and a bed of blunt bones waiting to receive them for an uncomfortable rest.]
[This is the first time, though, that it did not kill them right away.]
[It feels like their breath leaves them in a rush, but their only reaction to the pain is a widening of their eyes and gritting of their teeth. When Chara pulls back to strike again Frisk twists to try and throw Chara off of them, and at the same time reaches with one hand to catch their wrist before they can get another strike in.]
[They can hear something wheezing. Their chest is so tight.]
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[Undyne's spears always came in sharp and fast, piercing energy that was always unforgiving.]
[Asgore, too, has pinned them beneath his trident with his head bowed in horrible grief.]
[And over, and over, and over, Floweys vines that lanced out and struck true, ripping through their flesh like it was little more than paper.]
[And Sans, as well, with a twist of blue and a bed of blunt bones waiting to receive them for an uncomfortable rest.]
[This is the first time, though, that it did not kill them right away.]
[It feels like their breath leaves them in a rush, but their only reaction to the pain is a widening of their eyes and gritting of their teeth. When Chara pulls back to strike again Frisk twists to try and throw Chara off of them, and at the same time reaches with one hand to catch their wrist before they can get another strike in.]
[They can hear something wheezing. Their chest is so tight.]
[Can't stop. They can't. Can't QUIT.]