[blinded, dazed, and burning, the Nightcap makes no attempt to shield its anguish or contempt, senses alive with all the warning bells a Darkov is bred to sound. so as it screams, it absorbs that false sensation of boiling – absorbs it, then raids Regina's mind for countermeasures.
what countermeasure is there for blazing, horrible light?
it reels, staggering and collapsing into the dirt with unbridled shrieking and gasping in its pain, rolling onto its stomach as hands clutch at a bulging, shuddering hat form. not so much a hat in such a glare...
where is it coming from. kill it. KILL IT.
crawling forward, clothing and skin bulged at its shoulders, its elbows, its knuckles...every joint locked up and loosed a needle while the cap itself wrapped itself around the Darkov girl's eyes.]
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what countermeasure is there for blazing, horrible light?
it reels, staggering and collapsing into the dirt with unbridled shrieking and gasping in its pain, rolling onto its stomach as hands clutch at a bulging, shuddering hat form. not so much a hat in such a glare...
where is it coming from. kill it. KILL IT.
crawling forward, clothing and skin bulged at its shoulders, its elbows, its knuckles...every joint locked up and loosed a needle while the cap itself wrapped itself around the Darkov girl's eyes.]