[the blood constricts tightly-- some of those veins burst, the skin unable to contain his blood as it's forced around his body for contortions. Which, he contorts his arms behind him, pulling them high, straining the muscles. Mako, he ignores for a moment, even though he wants to "cleanse" him.
Amon steps forward.]
"Then, why are you here?"
[as his eyes narrow, his blood adds more pressure against his frame.]
no subject
Amon steps forward.]
"Then, why are you here?"
[as his eyes narrow, his blood adds more pressure against his frame.]