The explosive finale of his would-be charge and the darkener herself- was something that caused him to feel... Alive? As the dusk were turned to nothing before him- he felt suspended in mid air for but a moment. Before his weight- and his weapon's force of movement caused him to fall at a pace far more rapid than one would assume- and he felt the air drying his flesh quickly! As teeth grit and loins girded, the ground met man with enough force to cause trees about to shudder- his fingertips having punched into the sand hard enough to cause minor glassing to occur. But, even so; he stood. Unphased and unharmed from the assault. Turning head and hocking loudly, he spat a thick- congealed, sliver of goo free from the depths of his throat. That being said- he was already heavily 'crippled' thanks to the effects of the goo itself. Yet, the calm that exuded from him was something akin to a cold rage- frightening almost really.<br/><br/>Even with addled thoughts, his frown increased- this was<b>NOT</b>normal. He knew this, he knew it so well that it screamed through the haze. Albeit, the gaze glazing the scene was not one of reason or even intelligence. Franz, having been hit by a lot of goo, and even more when striking down Dusk in the distraction- was almost bestial in what was wanted. Breathing was slow, purposeful; hunter-like even more so than what would be expected; but it was simply that which was frightening to any who truly knew him. He was not a hunter- he was often 'prey'. But now- viewing the Nun, Razorstorm, and- those eyes fell upon Hack. His- expression softened in concern now; however- as another lusty member of the team took her over; he just surveyed the scene and snorted to himself a little bit, muttering something about 'Odd Numbers'.<br/><br/>However, this didn't stop him from striding with purpose in his step. Chiara, regardless of her handling of masculine endowments- was formost on his mind. Both in lust and in concern. So, as she too radiated the healing waves... A hand slowly came down upon her shoulder; Franz' large frame and- well, large but (mostly) average manhood were in view; he was hard as a rock! And that's not including his cock! But, there was genuine concern in his voice, "<span style="color: orange">Are you injured?</span>" An odd question- but pertinent to what was going on. But... Franz was already feeling himself starting to buckle; there was only so much calm could do... Before there was lust.<br/><br/>So, Franz- already kneeling... Took Chiara's chin between thumb and forefinger...<br/><br/>And kissed the daft woman with a forcible- but rather 'gentle', manner that said more than words could ever describe. He was perfectly willing to go through with whatever she was wanting. And even then- there could be more... If Blades awoke they might even be able to split the nun between them. And Franz really could get behind that... His weapon? Forgotten- for now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>