"Well then, Shut up and hit me, if you can!" he yelled back, as the shadows spread out on the ground and didn't move. Turning into pools of shadow, that would slowly consume her the more she stepped on them. He took two hits to the chest, the shadows opening up around her slashes, whatever she was using was effective, the shadows closed back around, and couldn't heal the wound right away, blood seeping out through the shadows. He grinned as he started to grow, the shadows consuming him as he went from five feet, to nearly seven, and a rage of tornado consumed his bottom half, which looked like mouths of teeth and claw as his needles started filling the gaps in the shadows.<br/><br/>From there, he noticed the blood was getting thicker, what did she hit him with? " You're gonna pa-Ah shit- For this." Keenst grimaced, and sighed lightly as the daggers pealed off his chest, and joined in with the needles flying back and forth. His chest hurting something feirce, but he wouldn't give in. He couldn't Frisk was in danger.<br/><br/>Keenst then reached out, but it was shadows that outstretched him, like a massive claw, and swiped at her. " That the best ya got, Rook?" He wheezed out.