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The first thing to register should have been panic, fear, maybe a little bit of triumph perhaps? It was hard to tell what emotions should have been present when all Fritz could really do was stand there and be genuinely surprised that he'd struck a blow. Nothing was able to register yet, but there was a bit of confusion. Maybe? He did genuinely wonder why this kid wasn't bleeding normal blood.
Instead of pulsing red blood, it appeared to be a black, inky ooze. Fritz stared with his lips parted, trying to understand what it was that he was seeing. He tried to comprehend, but he didn't have much time to register much of anything before a loud ear splitting noise shot through the air. Fritz flinched and covered his ears from the sound.
In the flash of a few seconds, their opponent here had been speared by a lance and Fritz staggered back. The boy had been impaled by Aranea's weapon, pinned and helpless there, hopefully down, hopefully no longer a threat.
Snapping his attention to her as she spoke, he swallowed and nodded his head. "I didn't really think I could... be much help, but..." He looked back to their opponent and just had to ask, "...Is he... Is he dead?"
Instead of pulsing red blood, it appeared to be a black, inky ooze. Fritz stared with his lips parted, trying to understand what it was that he was seeing. He tried to comprehend, but he didn't have much time to register much of anything before a loud ear splitting noise shot through the air. Fritz flinched and covered his ears from the sound.
In the flash of a few seconds, their opponent here had been speared by a lance and Fritz staggered back. The boy had been impaled by Aranea's weapon, pinned and helpless there, hopefully down, hopefully no longer a threat.
Snapping his attention to her as she spoke, he swallowed and nodded his head. "I didn't really think I could... be much help, but..." He looked back to their opponent and just had to ask, "...Is he... Is he dead?"