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What came forth first was a dark hand. A gauntlet. Then the arm. It bent down and gripped Banda's shoulder, as if needing the leverage to pull the rest of Darksteel free.

Banda could only watch as this armored figure emerged. He felt paralyzed in this moment, unable to make his own body listen to him.

It was a slow, horrible process. It was less like vomiting and more like Darksteel was peeling Banda's bloated, distorted form off of him. Removing a skin-tight suit in mid-air.

Halfway through it, Banda could no longer keep up his flight. His pterosaur wings bent out of shape and locked up, making him start to fall gradually, then sink like a stone.

By the time they neared the ground, Darksteel was free again. But Banda was also more in control, more aware of what was happening.

Banda Toro hit the dirt hard enough to leave an explosive crater.

But he wasn't altogether bothered by that.

Flat on his back as he looked up at the armored figure floating above, Banda Toro had regained enough of his senses that he was now primarily just... annoyed.

Extremely annoyed, as a matter of fact.

This Darksteel was proving to be a real son of a bitch. Sure, Banda had not possessed this Chaos form for very long, but never before had someone he'd devoured been able to climb their way back out of his brew.

What kind of power did a man have to possess in order to be capable of resisting digestion? Was this guy just that much of a stubborn bastard?

For a time, Banda just lay there, looking up at Darksteel. That armor had looked a little different at first--darker and shinier--but now it looked the same as before, if a bit bulkier.

Curious.

Either way, the fight was about to be back on. That much was obvious. Banda was prepared from the moment he hit the dirt, but he decided to wait. If Darksteel had anything to say to him, Banda intended to hear him out. And if Darksteel just attacked instead, that was fine, too.

At length, though, Banda's curiosity began to get the better of him. "How was it inside my stomach?!" he shouted up at him.

Darksteel didn't answer, the rude bastard.

Banda growled, which turned into a snarl as he transformed again. He hoped that pursuer showed up soon so that he could kill both of them at the same time.