[ The Void fans out his tentacles more as the people come at him, seeming to expand -- the energy seeming to steam off him grows thicker, more toxic, and each tentacle seems to hook like a scorpion's tail. More dangerous, more purposeful. The tentacles that have struck some of them hold tight, or as tight as he can manage while focusing on the offense; the one holding Kanaya down reels back, bleeding smoke and fire.
He narrows his eyes at Scathach and John, reeling backward as Scathach strikes him. It leaves no mark, but the effect it has is visible in his face, contorted with inhuman rage. He spins, focusing for the moment on just them, trying to smack them from the sky. ]
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He narrows his eyes at Scathach and John, reeling backward as Scathach strikes him. It leaves no mark, but the effect it has is visible in his face, contorted with inhuman rage. He spins, focusing for the moment on just them, trying to smack them from the sky. ]