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NeverNorm

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((o yea, michael's blood is pink. forgot to establish that...sorrey))
Although having three of his arms cut off, animalistic instincts took over the moment he bit down Floura's arm, completely ignoring the pain. He was quickly pulled back to his senses when she started mangling his face, digging a talon straight into his right eye and plucking it out. This situation is clearly out of hand and beyond Michael's control. "Honestly!? How fast did more than a dozen people get here so quickly?" Michael coughs a bit of blood that's besides the point, his right eye is out of commission, though the left is still intact. He could only thank Floura for throwing him into the wall, as he immediately grabs on to it. Glancing at the stumps where three of his arms should be. He momentarily looks back to see them lying on the ground where that accursed human had chopped them off. He flips JD off with one of his remaining arms, he shook his head despite having lost three arms, he still manages speedily scurry away to the rooftops, any efforts to apprehend him where futile as he dodged every one, and the griffon's didn't really do much to stop him either way, leaving behind a trail of bright pink blood.

Andy wakes with his entire body in dull pain, underlying the numbness underneath his chin. Even before he opened his eyes he knew he was no longer in the ally. The air is heavy and damp, pressing against his skin like a clammy shroud. "Where am I?" When he did decide to open his eyes, his vision is sleep-blurred and untrustworthy. All he saw were moving shapes of light and dark, of color and shadow. Andy tries to rub away the sleep fogging my vision with his left forearm.

Meanwhile, in a different alley...
Now in the safe confines of a different alley, Michael rests his back on the wall, then lazily slides down to sit on the cold wet concrete. Pulling out another knife from underneath his now ruined suit, a blurry reflection made visible to Michael the damage that had been done. "Sh*t...That's gonna take awhile..." he comments on the condition of his eye, or should he say socket, the eye wasn't even there anymore. Small lumpy buds were now growing on the stumps of his severed arms. "Looks like my arms are going through puberty." Furthermore, the kid...how can he get that kid back in his arms. "Odious bastards gettin' my way. Just that little sh*t, he's all I need and the deed can be done...the bill will come due....." thoughts come into Michael's head, of his reward should he succeed in retrieving an innocent human soul, even more so that of a child. He couldn't help but smile, "One way or another...one way or another."

NeverNorm

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((now lets wait for @FeatheredPhoenix reply))

NeverNorm

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(( not the first time...he could stick the arms back on, or regenerate them over the course of a few days. So he'd flinch from pain but wouldn't be his first priority as of the moment.))

NeverNorm

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((Note: michael is currently injecting venom into Fluora's arm, as well as having 3 of his arms cut off))

NeverNorm

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((Anytime! Accepted))