Trances were not uncommon for the demonic entity, his glazed eyes staring off beyond the fringes of the reality he so stubbornly clung to. His mind chose to shut down at the worst of times more often than not, a computer overheating and shutting down to protect itself from further damage. Don't just stand there, kill her -- The commandeering voice was ignored; he wasn't listening nor paying much attention to anything. An eternity spent in a blank state was only a moment to their living realm, and it only took one small action to wrench him back from beneath the surface.

    Morgan's bark failed to stir Beck, but the icicle impaling through his paw pad and jutting out from the back of his wrist in an inky mess of severed tendons did. Lucky for him, saltwater was far too diluted to truly scar him as badly as the burn marring his snout. Yet that didn't deter the pain from searing into his otherwise numbed nerves. A shocked yelp announced to the audience that the icicle met its target, the scrawny feline blindly stumbling backwards. Panic flashed in his amber eyes as his vision mistook the shard of ice for an arrow fired by an unseen archer -- was he being shot at? No, no, no, not again. He couldn't go through it again. Tripping over the rope holding Luna up and landing hard on his back, Beck skittered back to his feet and bolted towards the shadowed treeline, leaving rustling brambles in his wake, forgetting entirely about the dagger tethering the rope to the ground in his hysteric flight.