Flamebringer's eyes flit briefly to the rivulets of blood, but he doesn't linger on it. Staring a percieved weakness of a skittish and downed target was always a one way ticket to make the more skittish.
He takes it as a good sign that "Horn" face does look at his blade, but doesn't react in distress or anger. Good. They seem to have an understanding on that for now.
"Horn" face continues to stay calm when he kneels in front of him- okay, okay, also good. So far none of the strange things in this place were patient- All of them were ready to rip, tear, and kill the moment contact was made. Not that he was entirely clearing this strange version of the sankta Executor of being some kind of hallucination or trick (after all- he couldn't even say anymore if he was of sound mind. He had no idea what the plants growing off of him were possibly doing to his body and mind...) but that aside- It did ease his own tenseness to see the other acting like a normal person instead of... anything else.
When he states the name Executor's face does something. Interesting. It almost looks like he'd bitten into a lemon. A really sour lemon. Probably wouldn't go over well with a santka palate- It would almost, almost be very funny if it weren't for the tense situation they were in.
Then he shakes his head- okay then what-
Then he nods.
Flamebringer gives him a flat look, ears lowering and adding to the effect. "Wow. Thanks for the clarity Angel face." He says as a gut reaction. But- If that had been consecutive to what he'd said then that would mean...
The groan grabs his attention again and his ears go back up in sharp attention- That didn't sound good. Which was unsurprising- Angel face didn't exactly look good. Under the layers of weathered clothing he couldn't make out exactly all what had happened- but he was definitely worse for wear. Instinct makes him want to check him over. At this point him and Executor were belatedly functioning as though this was an extended operation, so it was his responsibility to watch the sankta's back just as much as he had watched his. But he stops himself before he can move. This "Horn" face was too startled and wary for him to make moves carelessly, he didn't look like he was dying. So Flamebringer would have to be patient.
If he did start to look like he was dying, all patience would go out the window.
"You are Federico Giallo then?" He gets himself back on track. But not 'Executor'... which would make sense if this was genuinely a sarkaz Angel face... but how-?
Stars- This would be easier if he could get that thing out of his mouth. He raises a hand instinctively to go for it- then stops himself. Looking "Horn" face in the eyes. Or he tried- he sees the way he's almost nodding off and it sends a chill down his spine.
"Hey, hey!" He raises his voice slightly, trying to grab his attention without being threatening, but he can't help but grimace. "Eyes on me."
The sankta- sarkaz- he does open his eyes again, only for them to widen dramatically, Flamebringer whips his head around to see if there's something behind him- But there's nothing- Just more of these ugly mirrors. What-
There's a fleck of bright blue in the corner of his eye......... right. That would be surprising to spot on any living being. Wouldn't it.
At least he's awake...
...
"... I'm going to get rid of that thing in your mouth. Okay? It shouldn't hurt. If it does. Make a noise at me." He slowly moves his hand closer to the other's face, giving him more than enough time to shake his head or vocalize discomfort.
I would say this is an elaborate prank but I don't think ur capable of that
He takes it as a good sign that "Horn" face does look at his blade, but doesn't react in distress or anger. Good. They seem to have an understanding on that for now.
"Horn" face continues to stay calm when he kneels in front of him- okay, okay, also good. So far none of the strange things in this place were patient- All of them were ready to rip, tear, and kill the moment contact was made. Not that he was entirely clearing this strange version of the sankta Executor of being some kind of hallucination or trick (after all- he couldn't even say anymore if he was of sound mind. He had no idea what the plants growing off of him were possibly doing to his body and mind...) but that aside- It did ease his own tenseness to see the other acting like a normal person instead of... anything else.
When he states the name Executor's face does something. Interesting. It almost looks like he'd bitten into a lemon. A really sour lemon. Probably wouldn't go over well with a santka palate- It would almost, almost be very funny if it weren't for the tense situation they were in.
Then he shakes his head- okay then what-
Then he nods.
Flamebringer gives him a flat look, ears lowering and adding to the effect. "Wow. Thanks for the clarity Angel face." He says as a gut reaction. But- If that had been consecutive to what he'd said then that would mean...
The groan grabs his attention again and his ears go back up in sharp attention- That didn't sound good. Which was unsurprising- Angel face didn't exactly look good. Under the layers of weathered clothing he couldn't make out exactly all what had happened- but he was definitely worse for wear. Instinct makes him want to check him over. At this point him and Executor were belatedly functioning as though this was an extended operation, so it was his responsibility to watch the sankta's back just as much as he had watched his. But he stops himself before he can move. This "Horn" face was too startled and wary for him to make moves carelessly, he didn't look like he was dying. So Flamebringer would have to be patient.
If he did start to look like he was dying, all patience would go out the window.
"You are Federico Giallo then?" He gets himself back on track. But not 'Executor'... which would make sense if this was genuinely a sarkaz Angel face... but how-?
Stars- This would be easier if he could get that thing out of his mouth. He raises a hand instinctively to go for it- then stops himself. Looking "Horn" face in the eyes. Or he tried- he sees the way he's almost nodding off and it sends a chill down his spine.
"Hey, hey!" He raises his voice slightly, trying to grab his attention without being threatening, but he can't help but grimace. "Eyes on me."
The sankta- sarkaz- he does open his eyes again, only for them to widen dramatically, Flamebringer whips his head around to see if there's something behind him- But there's nothing- Just more of these ugly mirrors. What-
There's a fleck of bright blue in the corner of his eye......... right. That would be surprising to spot on any living being. Wouldn't it.
At least he's awake...
...
"... I'm going to get rid of that thing in your mouth. Okay? It shouldn't hurt. If it does. Make a noise at me." He slowly moves his hand closer to the other's face, giving him more than enough time to shake his head or vocalize discomfort.