[Mammon's voice is enough for Blitzø to pause, a feeling of unease settling in his gut as he places roughly where the voice is coming from and tries to figure out where the fuck Fizz might be right now so he has a chance to warn the other imp and stash him away somewhere.
Then there's a scream that he's heard too much in nightmares and old memories and Blitzø is running before he has a chance to even think about it. It's pure fear that drives him, shoving his way through the crowd until he spots a too-large shape that seems like it's somewhere between Mammon's two forms and...
And the much smaller shape danging from his hand. Bleeding and fighting for his life.
He sees red and without even thinking about it, Blitzø leaps and climbs Mammon, hauling himself up so he can lock his legs around the Sin's neck from behind and raise his angelic dagger to start stabbing at his eyes and face.]
Get your fucking hands off of him, you overused jizzrag!
[He doesn't care about what happens next, his focus solely on forcing Mammon to release Fizz and give the imp a chance to escape.]
I'm looking respectfully
Then there's a scream that he's heard too much in nightmares and old memories and Blitzø is running before he has a chance to even think about it. It's pure fear that drives him, shoving his way through the crowd until he spots a too-large shape that seems like it's somewhere between Mammon's two forms and...
And the much smaller shape danging from his hand. Bleeding and fighting for his life.
He sees red and without even thinking about it, Blitzø leaps and climbs Mammon, hauling himself up so he can lock his legs around the Sin's neck from behind and raise his angelic dagger to start stabbing at his eyes and face.]
Get your fucking hands off of him, you overused jizzrag!
[He doesn't care about what happens next, his focus solely on forcing Mammon to release Fizz and give the imp a chance to escape.]