[James has seen monsters display strength and speed that shocks and terrifies; he's even been on the wrong end of both. But he's never seen a human wield the same against an enemy, ending the threat before them with a quick beheading. It stuns him to watch it. He does little more than stand there with his heart beating his chest for a few long moments, gawking as a bit of blood ekes into Ivan's clothing at his shoulder.
Then, once more, his mind catches up to him, whip-like, and he grips his iron pipe harder — for what little good it might do, regardless of what's actually happening now.]
How did you—
[-do that? Is he even... human? Unease coils tightly around his stomach.]
What are you?
[Suddenly, the dead and crumpling monster is not the priority here.]
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Then, once more, his mind catches up to him, whip-like, and he grips his iron pipe harder — for what little good it might do, regardless of what's actually happening now.]
How did you—
[-do that? Is he even... human? Unease coils tightly around his stomach.]
What are you?
[Suddenly, the dead and crumpling monster is not the priority here.]