[ The lock - well, amazingly, it's blown open rather than blown apart, but it's rather damaged all the same. It's a testament to its creator's programmed-in failsafes that it's not instantly vaporised, though it's a little unfortunate that due to these same failsafes Magicman receives a good deal of that energy himself. It results in another shrieking, pained cry as he finally gives up on thrashing and curls in on himself instead.
All in all, it's an unpleasant experience. The pain is unbearable at first and then siphons off in short order as what the lock had been keeping in grows in violently; the force should be enough to knock Forte off. And it would be a good idea not to be touching his back, at this point.
They're 'wings', of a sort, to match the scar's patterns; more reminiscent of Gospel's frill than anything else, pulsing with an unpleasant, ugly reddish colour. Forte's senses will register that this is something that is more or less pure virus material; sensory organs that are oddly pretty and also completely wrong.
He's not quite a virus; the part of him that states he's a navi is loud and clear. But it battles, now, with the other part he'd rather keep hidden; and that signal is now exposed.
He gets to his feet, flinching as the 'wings' on his back pulse, drawing in data to heal his significant injuries. ]
Leave me alone. [ He takes off with impressive speed considering his condition; he seems to be fighting his own healing factor. ]
IN BETWEEN THE SHONEN ANIME FIGHTS...THERE IS THIS
All in all, it's an unpleasant experience. The pain is unbearable at first and then siphons off in short order as what the lock had been keeping in grows in violently; the force should be enough to knock Forte off. And it would be a good idea not to be touching his back, at this point.
They're 'wings', of a sort, to match the scar's patterns; more reminiscent of Gospel's frill than anything else, pulsing with an unpleasant, ugly reddish colour. Forte's senses will register that this is something that is more or less pure virus material; sensory organs that are oddly pretty and also completely wrong.
He's not quite a virus; the part of him that states he's a navi is loud and clear. But it battles, now, with the other part he'd rather keep hidden; and that signal is now exposed.
He gets to his feet, flinching as the 'wings' on his back pulse, drawing in data to heal his significant injuries. ]
Leave me alone. [ He takes off with impressive speed considering his condition; he seems to be fighting his own healing factor. ]