[ There's little to be missed by the whispers that the images can't convey just as well. Any good story--or in this case, any miserable one--can get its intent across just as well in complete silence. An attentive audience will understand.
Bendy staggers through the leaves, disoriented by the assault of unwelcome images and uncoordinated from his shifted body. The demon's pitch-dark form stands out all too readily against the color and bright glowing of the leaves. In turn, Nicolas stands out just as clearly, a human clearly ready to attack.
The sight immediately puts Bendy on edge. His stance widens, shoulders hunching and the spines along his back bristling; the changes brought on by this strange dreamscape only accentuate his look of a snarling animal. He's got no voice with which to growl, but the posture is all too clear; if Nicolas draws that weapon, Bendy won't hesitate to strike back. ]
Compulsion
Bendy staggers through the leaves, disoriented by the assault of unwelcome images and uncoordinated from his shifted body. The demon's pitch-dark form stands out all too readily against the color and bright glowing of the leaves. In turn, Nicolas stands out just as clearly, a human clearly ready to attack.
The sight immediately puts Bendy on edge. His stance widens, shoulders hunching and the spines along his back bristling; the changes brought on by this strange dreamscape only accentuate his look of a snarling animal. He's got no voice with which to growl, but the posture is all too clear; if Nicolas draws that weapon, Bendy won't hesitate to strike back. ]