Croc doesn't even try to dodge. Most go wide and score craters into the shelves, the floor, the walls, the ceiling. The ones that hit are annoyances at most.
Then, he stalks forwards, slow and deliberate. He pushes Mettaton down until his back is flat against the ground, one hand staying on his chest to pin him there.
Mettaton's right arm is yanked off. His left. Croc growls at the sharp smell of electronics and machinery, eyes fixed on Mettaton's face. "Heh. Normally they'd start beggin' by now."
The claws of his free hand close, deceptively gentle, around Mettaton's core; like he knows. Can feel Mettaton's SOUL thrumming inside, a caged and panicked bird. He simply cradles it for a moment, breath falling strangely cold and clammy onto Mettaton's face.
snap.
In a quick motion, he shatters the heart. Shards pierce his palm, some are shunted off by the scales, but either way--
uM OKAY
Then, he stalks forwards, slow and deliberate. He pushes Mettaton down until his back is flat against the ground, one hand staying on his chest to pin him there.
Mettaton's right arm is yanked off. His left. Croc growls at the sharp smell of electronics and machinery, eyes fixed on Mettaton's face. "Heh. Normally they'd start beggin' by now."
The claws of his free hand close, deceptively gentle, around Mettaton's core; like he knows. Can feel Mettaton's SOUL thrumming inside, a caged and panicked bird. He simply cradles it for a moment, breath falling strangely cold and clammy onto Mettaton's face.
snap.
In a quick motion, he shatters the heart. Shards pierce his palm, some are shunted off by the scales, but either way--
it feels good.