[A inhuman scream fills the air. It's hard to tell who it is coming from - both Sam and his Persona have their mouths open, and it vibrates through the air for a moment as Sam staggers and falls backwards from the attack.]
[No. No no no NO NO NO NO NO. He was not going to almost die like he did that time in the Prix. He was a survivor. He had stayed in that lake since humanity was nothing more than a few piles of cells striving to make their way in an unforgiving world, and like hell he was going to throw that all away because of some stupid little boy with his cellphone.]
[His Persona whips back, trying its best to ignore the smoke issuing from the places where it has been burnt, while Sam slowly gets up off the ground.]
[The look he gives Daichi is completely removed from the pathetic wimpy face he showed before. There's something like an animalistic fury in those dark eyes, and his mouth curls upward into an ugly smirk. When he speaks, there's no hesitance, no stammering; his voice is cold and cruel as a knife dripping with blood.]
Big mistake. Mordiggian, show him a bit of that Evil Touch of yours, would you.
[And Sam, without even a pause, rushes forward, throwing out a hand. But that isn't a hand anymore. It's something large and black and it whips around Daichi's torso to push him back towards the wall harshly. And while Daichi is there, Mordiggian comes forward, tendrils bursting from its skin to attempt that Evil Touch it had been ordered to do by pressing against Daichi's forehead.]
Mordiggian - Evil Touch, Sam - Attack
[No. No no no NO NO NO NO NO. He was not going to almost die like he did that time in the Prix. He was a survivor. He had stayed in that lake since humanity was nothing more than a few piles of cells striving to make their way in an unforgiving world, and like hell he was going to throw that all away because of some stupid little boy with his cellphone.]
[His Persona whips back, trying its best to ignore the smoke issuing from the places where it has been burnt, while Sam slowly gets up off the ground.]
[The look he gives Daichi is completely removed from the pathetic wimpy face he showed before. There's something like an animalistic fury in those dark eyes, and his mouth curls upward into an ugly smirk. When he speaks, there's no hesitance, no stammering; his voice is cold and cruel as a knife dripping with blood.]
Big mistake. Mordiggian, show him a bit of that Evil Touch of yours, would you.
[And Sam, without even a pause, rushes forward, throwing out a hand. But that isn't a hand anymore. It's something large and black and it whips around Daichi's torso to push him back towards the wall harshly. And while Daichi is there, Mordiggian comes forward, tendrils bursting from its skin to attempt that Evil Touch it had been ordered to do by pressing against Daichi's forehead.]