MamMon DæMon: "I can only assume this poor thing is your muscle, and your SoulSeiõr is not surrounding him...but his heart?"
Able to hear the statement perfectly, just not completely able to follow the logic of Seiõr, Persephone tries her best to simplify it for him.
Peyton: "What did she say?"
Persephone: "I think, what she's trying to say is, up until now, SeiõrSpells have been exclusively ineffective on the hearts of their targets..."
The friendly 2nd Generation stops writing and looks at the SharedSoulSeiõrShield covered pen gripped in her hand.
Persephone: "...But for some reason, 2nd Generations like myself, have a stronger relationship with Seiõr to where we can break the universal boundaries others can't."
No longer growling, but a pitiful breathy hacking, weeze comes from both the inhales and exhales of the attacking creature. Having a total hit rate of 0.00%, an arm torn off, major blood lost, and a concussion, the fist gets slower and slow.
