She froze for a moment, feeling her stomach twist and turn at the sight of it. She’ll never get used to such a sight, and when She saw Vincent’s glare, She felt a shiver down her spine, even if it wasn’t directed at her. She was here now, but what should She do? Vincent does not look to be on the mood for talking, and it was even Worse then back in the cave.
Oliver was still trying in-between pained gasps and wheezes as he fought to stay conscious. Even as Vincent lunged for him again, he still tried. “Vin… Vinny… St-op plea-!”
He was cut off as Vincent slammed him into the ground and began to press down on him with as much of his weight as he could manage. His bones cracked under the intense pressure, and through it all, the twisted naga was yelling at him, his voice distorting more than it usually did,
S̴̠̹̞̦͇͙̰̐H̸͖̯̯̦̣̣̗͍̍̓̽͠Ų̸̮͇͓̹͓͑̓̀̆̃͛̚T̷͍̼͓̹͕̼͉͕͗́̾̿̑̀͝͠ ̷̡͕̱̲̟̝͇̼͖̃̈̕ͅȖ̷̯͓͖̲̠̝̰̹͛̄̕̚̕͜P̵̦̒͆͠͠!̵̪̜͍̥̰̒̇̊͋̎̅̌͜͠ͅ Ì̵̝̞̖̇̈́͜͝'̶̨̣͍̹͝m̷̜̿̂̕̚ ̵̗̾n̸̪̣̯̂ō̵̻̗͉̪͌ṯ̶͋͌͝ ̸̙͖̳͙̍͋t̴̙̙̬̍͂̈́h̴̭͎͕̏̿̽a̵͈̹͚̣͗͆t̸͉͋̊̈́ ̶̢͙̑V̵̟͎͇͕̑̄i̴̱͊̿͘n̵͙̬̦͘͘c̸̢͑͂̈e̵̫̓n̷̖̠̪̹͂̐͠ṭ̶̗͒̇ͅ ̵̢̲̥̫̆͗ä̴̤̜́̈͒n̵̗͎̫͘y̸̺̖̳̌̿͝m̸͍͌͝ō̷̧͇̻ṙ̸͍̗e̵̢̹̺͂́!̶̮̲̗̦̏͑ ̸̰̟͇̺̔͛͛Ǎ̵̢̈̆͝ͅn̵̛̬͈̐̒d̶̺͙̭̹̔ ̸͕̫͕̊̾ͅi̷̗͎̋̅͑̕t̴͎̘͋'̵̛̙̓̔s̸̳̲̼̲͋̈́ ̸̨̢̛̠̖̀̂á̷̟̔̑ĺ̵͓̑̏l̷͚͙̽ ̶̡̣͖̣̃̈́́̈b̶̢̮̣͌̿͘͝ȩ̴͙͌̈̌c̴̡̘͆̈́a̴̺͓͛͆̓͒ṳ̷̓͠ͅs̵̹͐͊e̴͉͌̀̾ ̴̧̳́o̴̼̲͘f̸̡̛̙̝́ ̷̨̼͝y̴̮̩̮̍͊ö̷̮̘̥̈́͘ͅų̴͑̇!̸̻̝̞̊̒͌̅͜ ̵̜̳̻̾B̶̙̭̲̅̚͠͠e̵͍͈̞͆̌̃͝c̸̯͈͎͒̋̈̇a̶̖͔͛ͅu̷̡͓͖͇̾͋͠ş̸͍͙̟̇̉͝e̸̼͌͒̂͠ ̷̧̐͗̄Y̵͎͕̆͆Ȏ̶͈̮̫̅U̴̯̎.̴̦͈̯̐͛̇́ ̷̫͗͋͗̕͜D̷̝͇̻̓İ̴̟D̶͙̯̞̀Ǹ̶͎͉͗͘'̸̖̙̬̿̅T̷͎͠.̷̟̪̝̀͝ ̷͈̻̻̦́͋̈́̓H̸̳̀̏E̴̤̖̜͑͜L̷̡̞͙͆̀͝P̷͓̯͈͐̊͌ ̷͈́̌̄͝Ḿ̸̡͔͖̩E̵͈̠͙̒!̷̲̼̜̂͒̄͝ Ḭ̸̄͝ ̶̘̙̺̎̍͗̇̊̏B̵͙̱̼͋̎̉͒͜ͅĘ̶̦̜̖̐̚G̶̗̬͒͒G̵̛̟̟͙͗̐͂͗̚E̴̤͓̝̼̮̻̓̾̚͝D̵̡̗͈̟̥̜͆̍͑ ̴̢̙̇̿̆̕ā̷̻̲́͘͝͝n̶͕͕̎̇́̐̒d̷͎̩̜̽̍̀͋ ̷̬̱̻͚͆P̸̛̥̥̉̽̐̚L̷̨͙̪̳͉̟͂̏̄̐̂͂E̴̡̗͍͔̙̱̽̉A̴̺̦͐́̈́̐͘D̸̛̲̭͓Ě̵̮̪̳͈̖̃͘ͅD̸͕͉͖̂̂̽͝ ̸̡͉̩͂̂f̷̡̠̪̘͐́̒ͅo̴̩̤͕̘̩̻̓r̴̺͎̣͚͐̚ͅ ̵̢̝͕̱̹̞́̈́̀̂͆a̸̤͖̥̖͊̾g̷̨̞̓e̵̡̨̱̅̋͛ŝ̵͈͔̾,̴̧̣̳̣̈́͛̔͒͝ ̶̯͐ḅ̵͒͛ư̷̩̱̘̭͐͊̍̕t̶̺̘͙͔̝̐ ̸̞̩͆̓̈́͜͝ẏ̵̧̢͇̫̗͆͋o̴̢̰͆̌̋̈́̓͝ú̶͔̱̥̙̏̆͌̃̇ ̷̡̰̈́̓̈́̈́̑͝N̵̹̆̓͛E̴̩̪̪̋͂̆̐̆ͅV̷̡̬͙̦̈ͅE̵̛͍͈̗̔ͅR̶͔̃͂̒͝ ̷̖̦̟͖̹̥̈̾͠͝C̴͎͓̈́̊̾ͅẠ̸̭͚́͒͆͋Ḿ̸͇̭̯͉̓̈́̋̇͋Ę̵̱̹͂͑̆̾͊͆!̵̹̃̒̽͂̉̕ ̵̪̭̅͑̂̽̎Y̷̨̗̤̏̀̀̚͘ỏ̵̗̥͇̣͔̝̒̉̅ȕ̶͓͂̑ ̸̜̤̦̼̄ĺ̸͈̤͇̖̣́͗͒̇̓ę̶̥̪͉͚̟̐̽̏̚̚f̴̣̌̆͌ţ̸̥͚͚͉̾͜ ̴̛̻̠̟̀̌͑̇͝ͅḿ̸̡̦͙̲̍è̴̬ ̵͍̤̮͉͘͝w̸̝̬̓i̴̢̝͛͑́̈̑͜ț̵̺͉̲͓̻͂͑̎h̶͖͎̮̠̽͜ ̸̨̳̩̼̗͚̅̋T̷̠̮͚͖̔̓̓H̸͉̙̝́̃͝ͅĘ̵̮͇̘̑M̷̱̄̎̀̓́͝ͅ!̸͉͈̜́͒̔͊ ̴̡͚̎̈́̿͘Y̴̙͛̈͝ö̴͚̻́͑̂̔u̸̲̖̒̎̏̈͘̕ ̸̯̏̏͝ş̷̠͎̪̌̿̂̃̿ȧ̵̧̼̯̩ị̷̭̥̹̲͖̽͛̄͝d̴͇̹͓̒͘ͅ ̷̝͎̯̮̥̗́̀y̸͓̽o̶̱͎̦͗͗̏u̸̟̩͎̖̘͂̋͛̀̈́͝ ̴̡̡͕͎̃͋w̷͕̎̉́̓ǫ̵̟͉́̎͠ȕ̷̢̧̘̯͒̚l̶̢̻̤͈͉̎̐d̷͖̗̩͐͗̏͛̄̄ ̸͕̾͗͊̆̃̋à̵̮̫̯̠̩̺͛̉l̷̼͎͓̪̽w̷̬̮̘͈͌͜a̶̠̲̮͖̰̺̎̔͒y̶̡̙͇̺͈͖͛s̸̡̢̩̻̗̄̽̓ ̴̮̺̯̂̎̀̈́͝b̷̤͙̻͂ͅe̵͉̍̍͑ ̷͓͙̤̈́̉̇̍ţ̷̭͖͆́ḣ̶̡͛͝͝e̴̞̬̚r̷̠̠̜̄́̍͌͝e̶̞̞̖̤̽͌ ̸̨̖̲̺̊̅͊̄͝f̶̮͉̭̼̤̋̀̓͆ö̷̖̬͓̪͈͚́̿̂̾͛͠r̶̜͛̀̋̆͝ ̶̤̥̫̈͑m̴̩̈̈́̑̒͝ě̴͙̯̻͎̘͋̇,̵̻̦͙̼͕͆̊̎̍͂͜͠ ̸̹͉̣̋̓y̴̮͚̖̜̳̿̓̚e̸͔̜̰͍̻̓̆̏̈̈́̚t̷͔̾͑̈̅͜͠͝ ̷̦͌̃͌̀͘i̵̛͕̊t̵̺̹̲̻̄͑'̷̞̘̭̳̳̓͝s̵̤̰̣͛̅̿̊̊̾ ̴̖̤̇͌̑̍̌ợ̴̢̉n̷͈̯͈͔̯̼̋́̑̀͒̂l̷̨̨̪̗͙̘͐̆͝y̴̧̳̹̐ ̵̱̱̒͒̇̇͑N̸̘͎̰̈̄͜Ó̶͈͊̑̆̚͝W̷͇̹͚̐̀̄̋͑ ̷̣̇y̷̨̮͈̪͗͠o̵̢͆͆͆͊ų̸̡̇̆̾ ̴̮̼̘̩̽̒̈́͌s̷͚͂̈́̈́̆h̵̡͚̬̘͛͘o̴̧̦̓̈̇̔͂͐w̸̼͕̲̪͇̅͐ ̶̬̟̝̪̔̂́u̵͍̎̋̔p̶̹̺͍̟̔́͛̀̈́̀ͅ!̶̨̙͒̔͐͘?̸̰͍̠̀͛
There was a sickening crunch as Oliver’s body finally gave entirely, but even then the naga still wasn’t done with him. With another feral snarl, he sank his claws into his ruined frame and started to drag something else out of him, only to stop not even halfway.
For the longest time, he didn’t move, Oliver’s soul in his claws, but then, slowly, he released it, letting it sink back into its proper place. Instead, he picked up the limp body and threw it back into the forest where he’d first emerged. There was another muffled crack as he hit a tree, crumpling to the ground in a heap.
Snorting in disgust, Vincent slithered off without another word. He didn’t even spare Shella a single glance before vanishing into the trees.