Normally, he would have been able to intervene. Normally, he would have been paying attention. Yet, someone, in the matter of moments he spent fending off Luce's incessant flame attack, Sans has managed to slip in and make a mess of things yet again. The indignity of it is unimaginable.
Blanche whirls around to face the two of them furiously, approaching rapidly from behind Sans. He doesn't waste a moment on banter. Too much time has been wasted already by this fool.
The claws of his astral hand sink through Sans's rib cage only a moment after Blanche turns, having skipped from his place at the front of the stage to directly behind the skeleton's small form. With no skin or organs to maim, it is simply a matter of applying pressure to the bones his claws have wrenched, lifting his former employee as if considering whether or not to just pulp the monster and have it over with.
He doesn't wait to make a decision, though. He's quick to swipe with his human seeming hand to grab Greg as well.
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Blanche whirls around to face the two of them furiously, approaching rapidly from behind Sans. He doesn't waste a moment on banter. Too much time has been wasted already by this fool.
The claws of his astral hand sink through Sans's rib cage only a moment after Blanche turns, having skipped from his place at the front of the stage to directly behind the skeleton's small form. With no skin or organs to maim, it is simply a matter of applying pressure to the bones his claws have wrenched, lifting his former employee as if considering whether or not to just pulp the monster and have it over with.
He doesn't wait to make a decision, though. He's quick to swipe with his human seeming hand to grab Greg as well.