The knife doesn't do much, and the claws don't do as much as they might to a human, but their magical nature still leads them to do far more than they would without the enchantment.
Fears of failure rise to the surface. He sees ghostly images of his father and mother looking at him in disappointment. The world is burning, the city is falling... and its his fault. He sees his father tear the S from his chest.
Staring at it, on the verge of giving up to fear and despair, he remembers what it means, what it stands for.
The creature gets another blast of heat ray vision, and he begins fighting back against the grip, against the pain. He won't let this thing beat him.
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