Taylor looked at the screeching Raveena, then at Manami.
Then he began to have the strangest... urges...
He stretched out his finger and, flicking it against seemingly thin air, sliced it cleanly off at the knuckle.
Contrary to popular opinion, Taylor was not a fan of dying for the sake of it.
Yet, there were some very primal parts of his instincts telling Taylor to do what Raveena was saying and chop himself up in an attempt to kill Tavi.
There was only one thing for it.
Taylor erased his own libido.
Feeling the urges subside and his attraction for the fine ladies in the room wither and die, Taylor's smile faded.
[ SHANT. ]
Taylor turned around to face Raveena with a look that could kill in his eyes.
In erasing his own sexual urges, he also erased any hold that Raveena could ever place upon his free will.
She was powerless to control him.
But, he was not happy with the move he had been forced to make, and Taylor would make sure that someone would pay.
Who knows? Maybe a bit of sadism could rekindle that extinguished flame.
[ DID YOU KNOW..?]
[ ONE OF MY ABILITIES IS TO TURN MY OWN BODILY FLUIDS INTO SCREWS. ]
Looking around the room, there wasn't a person in there whose clothes weren't stained in Taylor's stomach juices or blood.
A large screw erupted from the knuckle previously housing Taylor's index finger. The pseudo-digit wrapped itself around a few strands of razor wire, then twisted, pulling the threads tighter and tighter as they began to close in on those in the room.
[ JUST KIDDING ]
[ THAT WOULD BE A SILLY POWER ]
[ OF COURSE I DON'T SUMMON SCREWS FROM MY STOMACH ACID ]
Taylor pulled on the razor web violently, closing the deadly net around everyone in the room, including him.
Blood stained the ceiling, walls, and floors as humans were turned into mincemeat.