[The fallen figure doesn't move until Leo finally gets close enough to reach him.
Peter's breathing is labored. He curls into himself, starting to cough again. His hands raise, scrabbling at his face desperately. Gloved fingers catch at his hair and at his face. He is unaware of Leo, unaware of anything else.
He coughs harder, his chest heaving in the effort it takes to breath. Like he's trying to get something out of his body.
Finally, Peter moves to lay on his back and it becomes clear enough one the socket in one eye has been pried apart, a golden yellow very alien eye peers back out at Leonardo. Pink tendrils push outwards across his scalp and face, slowly taking over bruised and cut skin.
The matted blood in his hair from earlier only seems to have gotten worse thanks to the pink Krang tendrils pushing themselves to freedom. The scent of blood only makes the area around them smell worse.
The fabric of his spider suit is tattered, burnt in places. New holes are made as the infestation settles over his body. Weaving through his limbs, pulsating wetly. It settles over his fists, and lower arms in a tight woven knot of flesh.
Another eye froms, locking onto Leo finally.
His movement isn't smooth, but he pushes himself up, his gaze locked on Leonardo.
Recognition isn't present in his gaze at all as he stands up.
Green fog rolls across the ground, rising as Peter sways in place. He looks like a strong enough breeze could blow him over.]
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Peter's breathing is labored. He curls into himself, starting to cough again. His hands raise, scrabbling at his face desperately. Gloved fingers catch at his hair and at his face. He is unaware of Leo, unaware of anything else.
He coughs harder, his chest heaving in the effort it takes to breath. Like he's trying to get something out of his body.
Finally, Peter moves to lay on his back and it becomes clear enough one the socket in one eye has been pried apart, a golden yellow very alien eye peers back out at Leonardo. Pink tendrils push outwards across his scalp and face, slowly taking over bruised and cut skin.
The matted blood in his hair from earlier only seems to have gotten worse thanks to the pink Krang tendrils pushing themselves to freedom. The scent of blood only makes the area around them smell worse.
The fabric of his spider suit is tattered, burnt in places. New holes are made as the infestation settles over his body. Weaving through his limbs, pulsating wetly. It settles over his fists, and lower arms in a tight woven knot of flesh.
Another eye froms, locking onto Leo finally.
His movement isn't smooth, but he pushes himself up, his gaze locked on Leonardo.
Recognition isn't present in his gaze at all as he stands up.
Green fog rolls across the ground, rising as Peter sways in place. He looks like a strong enough breeze could blow him over.]