[To be ripped apart from the outside-in and to be eaten away inside-out. Of course it hurts, and it's immensely difficult to hold onto any bit of consciousness. Seimei's voice is a murky light reflecting off a dark sea, but it's just a little too late. If she could save one more person before fading...
Doubling-over, a heaving wave of ichor splashes against the cave's floor, and there's a pause in the flow of serpents born from her chest cavity; the only good sign when the stench of death thickens. Then, Dara lets out a rattling cough that echoes through the chamber before wretching outright. One last snake slips from her mouth and is made known when it emerges from the curtain of hair. Its scales match Seimei's guide, but it doesn't linger for him. Instead, it races for the exit to find its destined target.
Dara's last bit of willpower dissolves to the pain, and all six arms drop limp at her sides like a broken doll. Yamatagi Madara's eye practically spins with glee within the socket of her flesh before his gaze falls on Seimei.]
The only answer the voice gets is fast, fervent chanting beneath Seimei's breath. Sparks crackle where muscled snake tail meet the ground, the chant stoking them into a proper flame as it continues, white-hot, filling the cave with a harsh blue light. A simple exorcism without any tools other than his voice and his will doesn't stand a chance of actually putting down a god, he doesn't think, but he'll have a better chance at collecting just a few more stones to make a rudimentary barrier if he can hurt this thing enough to keep it still for a few moments.
There's no way he can immediately see to keep this from harming Dara as well, but he's hoping he made the right judgement call in assuming she'd be fine with doing whatever it takes. ]
[When the purifying flame sets upon the monster, it lets out a screech of the merged voices. The blasted noise is practically deafening as it bounces of the cave's walls. Unfortunately, it does the exact opposite of what Seimei wants-- the cursed god whips its tail about blindly, toppling stalagmites and shaking the earth with heavy strikes. It's all it can do before it begins to acclimate to the exorcism.
The miasma thickens around Yamatagi Madara, snuffing out the light with pure darkness. Maybe if he wielded a blade and binding talismans this could of went differently. Instead, the screeching transforms into a high cackle, and the puppet-like Dara throws her head back unveiling her face; mouth spread wide with fangs glistening and five unfocused eyes opened as slits.]
[ Of course it wouldn't be that easy. At the very least he's got some momentum started up and plenty of willpower left to make this a war of attrition.
And if that isn't enough by itself, he can always improvise.
If there's enough cave to improvise in by the end of this as well. There's an idea, though, hm. He'll get some quick distance between himself and the grotesque puppet, keeping a quiet, calm count to himself as he maneuvers around fallen stone. One...two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight.
And he begins the same chant again. How pesky can he be, Yamatagi Madara? Will you swat him? ]
[The downside to being a giant snake god is the fact that there's less room in the cave to lash out. Seimei has the terrain advantage even if Yamatagi Madara's tail keeps the ground quaking and rocks continue to topple as it whips around. Nevertheless, Dara had previously warned him that the god was a cunning bastard; if bludgeoning doesn't work due to inaccuracy, then a different method must be used.
There's an audible crack as Dara's jaw splits apart at her chin, and she lunges at him with all six arms ready to capture the onmyouji. A grapple will spell the death of him, especially when her mouth ends up opening wide enough that she could cleave his head in one bite.]
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[To be ripped apart from the outside-in and to be eaten away inside-out. Of course it hurts, and it's immensely difficult to hold onto any bit of consciousness. Seimei's voice is a murky light reflecting off a dark sea, but it's just a little too late. If she could save one more person before fading...
Doubling-over, a heaving wave of ichor splashes against the cave's floor, and there's a pause in the flow of serpents born from her chest cavity; the only good sign when the stench of death thickens. Then, Dara lets out a rattling cough that echoes through the chamber before wretching outright. One last snake slips from her mouth and is made known when it emerges from the curtain of hair. Its scales match Seimei's guide, but it doesn't linger for him. Instead, it races for the exit to find its destined target.
Dara's last bit of willpower dissolves to the pain, and all six arms drop limp at her sides like a broken doll. Yamatagi Madara's eye practically spins with glee within the socket of her flesh before his gaze falls on Seimei.]
Ẇ̶̖̫͚̮̝͓̂͌̈̓̌h̴̡̗͚̤͆̕e̷͓̎̀͆r̸̺͕͕̅̋̆̓e̷̳͚̩̯̱͊̍ ̷̡̂d̸̨̞̗̓̔i̶̼̼͎̖̓d̸͍̠͇̹͕̳̈́͝ ̴͈̰̤̼̿͋͋͆͛́T̴͙͗H̷͎̙̊̎̌̅Ę̷̦̭͓͓̉̑͋̾̇Y̵̢̨̛͚͎̼̑ ̷̻̥̣̤̫̇ḧ̷̨͙̘̱͕̘̋̏i̵̥͎̗̠̘̓̄͐͊͜͝d̸̗̄̿ē̶̢̻̯̭̙̱͐̚ ̸͇̙̦̈́͊̀̆̕͝Ì̴̡̛͈̮̓͒͊T̵̯̄̃̿.̴͚͑̎́̈́̇.̶͎̠̬̳̏̀̅ͅͅ.̷̢̫͇̣̩̲͒̎̆͝͠!̸͓͕͝
W̷̡̲͔̺̰͖̎̀Ḥ̴̨̛̼̓̓̀́Ế̵̙̗̝̳̑Ṟ̸̳͕̭̦͕̈́E̵̯͙̬̜͇͚̒͑̇̄͠ ̸̹̽̆Í̵̳̝̲̣̐͂̿͋S̷̥̦͒ ̵̜̭̩̱̜̻̕͠M̷̳̺͗̈́͠Ỹ̶̨̢̨̟̗͚̓̚ ̷̢̨̳̥̭̯̔̃̈́H̵̪͙͎̗́͛̀ͅE̴̬̤̠̥̊͛̈́́͆Ȃ̵̲͙̤̣̝͓̽͝D̶͍̽͌͜?̸̌ͅ
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The only answer the voice gets is fast, fervent chanting beneath Seimei's breath. Sparks crackle where muscled snake tail meet the ground, the chant stoking them into a proper flame as it continues, white-hot, filling the cave with a harsh blue light. A simple exorcism without any tools other than his voice and his will doesn't stand a chance of actually putting down a god, he doesn't think, but he'll have a better chance at collecting just a few more stones to make a rudimentary barrier if he can hurt this thing enough to keep it still for a few moments.
There's no way he can immediately see to keep this from harming Dara as well, but he's hoping he made the right judgement call in assuming she'd be fine with doing whatever it takes. ]
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The miasma thickens around Yamatagi Madara, snuffing out the light with pure darkness. Maybe if he wielded a blade and binding talismans this could of went differently. Instead, the screeching transforms into a high cackle, and the puppet-like Dara throws her head back unveiling her face; mouth spread wide with fangs glistening and five unfocused eyes opened as slits.]
A̷̡͎̬͔͗̓͆͋͒n̸̹̖̱̘̗̂̂̇̊o̴͓̺̞̝̫̍̂͊̆̋t̴̛̤̭͕̩̪̖̎̉̆̅̓h̵͕̻̤̝͚̳͂͐͗e̶̞̾͊̓̌́̇ŗ̷̻̑͑̿̋͗̋ ̵̯͓̚p̵̦͐̎̚e̷̢̬̊͛͠s̸̬̣͌k̵͓̫̻̆̍̚͜ý̸̜̗͔̃̒̑ ̸̝̓̈́̉̿͝f̴̧̮͈̟̹̼̿͆l̸͉̯̰̞͆̓̍ȳ̴͚̘͖͎̻!̸̥͖̞͇͂͘͘͝
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And if that isn't enough by itself, he can always improvise.
If there's enough cave to improvise in by the end of this as well. There's an idea, though, hm. He'll get some quick distance between himself and the grotesque puppet, keeping a quiet, calm count to himself as he maneuvers around fallen stone. One...two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight.
And he begins the same chant again. How pesky can he be, Yamatagi Madara? Will you swat him? ]
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[The downside to being a giant snake god is the fact that there's less room in the cave to lash out. Seimei has the terrain advantage even if Yamatagi Madara's tail keeps the ground quaking and rocks continue to topple as it whips around. Nevertheless, Dara had previously warned him that the god was a cunning bastard; if bludgeoning doesn't work due to inaccuracy, then a different method must be used.
There's an audible crack as Dara's jaw splits apart at her chin, and she lunges at him with all six arms ready to capture the onmyouji. A grapple will spell the death of him, especially when her mouth ends up opening wide enough that she could cleave his head in one bite.]