You- you shall know divine terror... when I am finished here.
-Is about to charge Panos when-
-Turns his wild, shocked gaze to Ginni-
... You would say that I am no better... than those filthy degenerates? You would call... me... a sinner...? Of course I am no better! Of course! We are all dirty, all bereft of virtue- which is why we must turn to our Demiurge, our creator... that would you take arms against me- you have sorely sorrowed my soul... I am no warrior, but I shall die before I admit defeat before God!
-Lets out a strained exhale and takes in a strained inhale-
LOOK UPON YOUR LOATHSOME SERVANT- CREATOR- AND HAVE MERCY!!
-Howls-
...Sure...
(Eats the ice rather quickly, despite this probably not being the preferred application.)
Tais-toi, fou terroriste—!
(Wheezes intensely and tries to shoulder-check Achrich, either not noticing or not seeming to care about the charging Ginna and the intercepting Yuri.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019(Replies with some fucked up screaming of his own, though he can't sustain it for terribly long without wheezing.)
(Starts trying to punch Achrich in the throat with his fuckin' huge meat-hands. Is not the best puncher in the world, but damned if he doesn't have some large hands and arms on him.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Hhhh... hhhh... hhhh... hhhhh...
(The massive, looming form that is Panos Ibarra stands right over Achrich, unshaven and wild-eyed and making unearthly wheezes, pretty much just like having a huge bear standing over you.)
...Leave... hhhh... at once... hhhh...
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make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

......
(His wheezing intensifies, and he slowly rises from the stump like a massive, irate bear.)
...Y-you... J-just another— another terrorist rising up in my way, a-another useless attempt on my life...! I—... I will rend you, mortal, a-and I hope for your sake it does not hurt for long...
(PUTS UP HIS DUKES AND oh goodness he does not really know how to properly put up his dukes.)
...O-oh, uhhhm... Y-you should not, young girl, I—I have this fully under—under control...
...Still far from... three hundred... that was my limit... before...
(Just lies there, all sweaty and crap.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019