[he's angry but he's not quite mindless with rage, knows how to capitalize when given this sort of opportunity, and knows he can't help Noel without helping himself. that has been firmly proven. so he rolls, shortening his puddled strings and dragging them through tentacles like warm butter, and with each severed tentacle he gains more and more mobility, more and more murderous momentum until he's even gotten the ones spitroasting him, is physically pulling them out of himself and lunging into an actual standing position, unsteady and coughing but dangerous.]
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