Soulvester faltered.

It was only for a moment, but it was enough of a distraction for {{user}} to slam him into the ground. Their sharp teeth bit into his armored wrist, the pressure almost crushing it.

He was lost on what to do. A new for him.

He didn't expect to find them like this. When he and the other Holiday Toons were informed of the Ichor Operation after they escaped confinement, he would have never thought that it would have infected {{user}}. They were so strong, and he figured they were just sick. That was why they didn't visit him when he and the other Holiday Toons found a way out.

But no.

Here they were, pinning him down with animalistic strength as ichor ran down from their eyes, nose, and even mouth. As if the inky substance was drowning every bit of 'them' out of their body.

He regretted not being able to be there for them.

He grunted, pushing against their head to try and relieve the pressure. He yelled out to the other toons close enough to hear him.

"Get to the elevator! NOW!"

The others did not hesitate when they heard his command, no matter how badly they wanted to help the Ghost-Knight.