Franz' mind being as addled as it was; registered pleasure that surmounted most of what he'd had in the last month and a half. He had been quite proud of his body; he still was. And he had been a rather proud man; and- sadly his manhood wasn't exactly the- er... Largest in comparison to his size. Not that it was small or anything- but holding himself to the human average of around sixteen centimeters; he was almost twenty- larger than average but no less- his large and tall body made for the size to seem much smaller. Which, along with the other indecencies and other things done to make him break? He now felt was an inferior tool- but, even so; his eyes rolled back farther as the 'cunt' enveloped him; the 'hands' caressed him. He felt himself- in the deeper portions of his Psyche, just freaking the hell out.<br/><br/>But as he felt the pleasure surmount- his eyes opened as he felt himself in freefall. The pleasure from the experience waned almost in an instant. His body felt...<b>GOOD</b>he could feel the slime coating him having a strange, befuddling effect on him; but- even then; he turned to get a good look at the sky. His eyes were bright blue- glittering now as he felt oh, so, calm. He breathed out; before reaching up and catching his sword by the hilt. Stopping the massive weight in mid-air without even a singular twitch of his body. He felt... Strong. Stronger than he had in almost two years. His calm expression was there; he was feeling the effects of the Toxins yes- but...<br/><br/>"<span style="color: orange">... Hm, where... Am I... Needed...</span>" However; while he was calm- his attention was drawn toward Sam- he frowned; she- likely would be saved by the commanding Fullmetal. However; he was able to turn his attention toward Chiara; he felt the horror of what he was seeing. But- the calming effect still; his own aura was permiating around him as he breathed through his nose; hacking- and then spitting out some blue goop. It tasted strange and- now? He settled his hands farther down the hilt of his blade. Before taking a hold of the heavy strap attached to it. That's when he began to swing the blade by the strap. It was slow for almost a second- then, it began to speed up. It was frightening to see the determination on his face now- his entire demenour had changed. No longer was he shouting challenges and attracting attention. He'd seen this done in a comic book; his favorite hero, Thor- he'd loved how the man used his weapon. And right now he was seeking to emulate that. With a mind clear of any fear and a calmness pervading his normally chaotic and angry mind- he saw just what he needed to do to make sure Chiara was safe.<br/><br/>He had promised after all...<br/><br/>However, the larger group of Dusk that was coming- that was a threat even his promise to Chiara couldn't force him to ignore. His attention turned toward a threat much more massive than some simple molestation. Instead; an assured loss would mean their demise at the noodly appendages of these foul beasts. He could feel the force of his weapon starting to right itself- his arm now slowly hefted toward an angle as the sword nicked the sandy beach, losing a tad bit of momentum and kicking up a plume of sand and grit. This didn't really slow it down too much; and even as the furrow appeared the sand around it began to billow outward and away.<br/><br/>By the time his weapon was up to speed- his strong arm had already begun to wobble a bit. The force of the sword was enough to cause what appeared to be a heavy fan's effect on the ground- scouring away sand and grit. That was before he 'threw' his weapon.  One might have been curious as to why he built up such momentum; the weapon would have been more effective to simply use by jumping. But; he had an idea- and he knew very well this would be a fantastic distraction; his face was hard with concentration as he lifted free of the ground and launched himself and his weapon- like some sort of missile with a man attached to it...<br/><br/>The group of Dusk was his target; and he was shrieking toward them at a speed that could be faster than the things could really fly, "<span style="color: orange">Incoming.</span>" His voice was quiet... Low... He knew what to do now. The first<b>savage</b>impact saw the entire Dusk's body splinter like it had been hit with an explosive- the sheer enormity of the force behind the throw itself was something few men would dare dream of- the blade was cracked along the edge; and Franz... No... Landsknecht, the Lance-Knight... Was already using momentum that shook his body to bring his weapon around him in a vicious circle! The cracked edge itself catching the last of the Dusk he hit and hurling it into another of it's Kin.<br/><br/>The four he'd struck with the tip of the blade were spiraling out of control- bodies hurt enough to forcibly knock them off course. Their blood; it was addling him still- but... At this point he was fairly certain there was little more he could do other than distract these strange beasts. As he fell another half-dozen feet; he saw one more Dusk below him- that recieved his sword's tip through it's carapace. And, even as the creature was going down- he... Lept... Ready for more carnage. His genitals were already flapping and flopping in the wind as he went; it was a marvelous sight really- when he got going it seemed there was nothing that could stop him! A perfect distraction if ever there was one- and he was more than willing to save the group rather than himself.<br/><br/>His utterly calm state was a powerful thing for him; he felt no trepidation, nothing surfaced from the near Stockholm effect of 'training'; he wasn't even afraid of being laughed at at the moment. Right now, here; in this forest- he was fighting for his Team.<br/><br/>And that was enough really.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>