"It's not-" he freezes mid-refusal, much like he had when they'd heard the screaming that had lured him and Sam down into the dark. He has to focus to hear this time, listening intently, and then slowly turning his head, trying not to be ill as what used to be Kurloz Makara, their friend, Albert's family, drag itself to standing.
Albert's seen a lot of things in his time. He's seen Gods and aliens, genocide and murder most intimate, but nothing had compared yet to the sight of Kevin's razor teeth dipping into Jet's flesh at the end of the hell Arena.
But this comes close already.
It's painful to move so quickly, but Albert lunges at near the same moment as what used to be Initiate, shoving Sam out of the way and bringing his metal arm up to shield himself from gnashing teeth and clutching hands. It's too late for him now as it is, but Sam. Sam can still escape.
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Albert's seen a lot of things in his time. He's seen Gods and aliens, genocide and murder most intimate, but nothing had compared yet to the sight of Kevin's razor teeth dipping into Jet's flesh at the end of the hell Arena.
But this comes close already.
It's painful to move so quickly, but Albert lunges at near the same moment as what used to be Initiate, shoving Sam out of the way and bringing his metal arm up to shield himself from gnashing teeth and clutching hands. It's too late for him now as it is, but Sam. Sam can still escape.
"RUN!"