Karkat makes an extremely undignified sound when the bubble shrinks, best described as a yelp, and is violently shoved from his position on the ground to crash into Ruka's legs, now sitting in a pool of blood as opposed to a puddle. The sudden jolt aggravates his injuries which had began to trouble him as the adrenalin abated slightly. Karkat practically clutches at her legs as they fly through the creature not unlike a bullet, tearing through the creature's innards in a similar manner, babbling a mantra of oh god oh man oh god.

When they burst out the other side, the creature screeches and groans for a time, before, slowly- slowly, it begins to tip to one side. It hits the ground with a bone rattling crash, and the shrieks grow more labored, before at last silencing. Karkat's hands had instinctually jerked up to cover his ears when the atrocity began to scream, but the wails appeared not to be a psychic weapon; Karkat isn't immediately dying a horrible, painful death, at least.

Karkat didn't have much attention to spare for the horrorterror's death throes, however. Not with Ruka on the ground like that, looking as though she were on the verge of passing out. He gingerly shifts closer to her, raising a hand and letting it hover somewhere above her shoulder, unsure what to do. "You better not collapse on me like some overexerted jellygrub," he says, attempting to sound disdainful, but the concern in his voice is very clear.