[ As the arm comes free (the sensation is so different from rending human flesh, he notes automatically, calmly, somewhere in the back of his mind), Killua jumps back a significant distance, still holding the ripped-off limb. At least, until Mettaton starts screaming that stuff about the Cwyld.
Realization snaps into place. Shit. How could he not notice? ]
You--?!
[ Nothing about this person looks quite right, but he hadn't realized why, or how much of it was an infection. What's more, Killua senses Gon coming up moments before he sees him. And at just about the time that Gon yells his name, Killua can be seen suddenly throwing the arm hard in the opposite direction from all of them. It clatters onto the street, skidding quite some distance with the strength of his throw. ]
Gon! Don't touch him! He's infected!
[ Unfortunately, all their shouting and the commotion is causing quite the stir even at this late hour. Some people are running, some hiding but staying to watch. More courageous or simply more nosy souls are standing around and staring openly, though some distance away. And others, a certain group of black-robed figures, pull their hoods up to hide their faces and begin to approach around the side alley, drawn by all this talk of the Cwyld. ]
bike demon!!! >:U
Realization snaps into place. Shit. How could he not notice? ]
You--?!
[ Nothing about this person looks quite right, but he hadn't realized why, or how much of it was an infection. What's more, Killua senses Gon coming up moments before he sees him. And at just about the time that Gon yells his name, Killua can be seen suddenly throwing the arm hard in the opposite direction from all of them. It clatters onto the street, skidding quite some distance with the strength of his throw. ]
Gon! Don't touch him! He's infected!
[ Unfortunately, all their shouting and the commotion is causing quite the stir even at this late hour. Some people are running, some hiding but staying to watch. More courageous or simply more nosy souls are standing around and staring openly, though some distance away. And others, a certain group of black-robed figures, pull their hoods up to hide their faces and begin to approach around the side alley, drawn by all this talk of the Cwyld. ]