pissed goat mom

Oh, he wishes to play with acid? Eyes look up to Sans and give the skeleton the gentlest of smiles. Both eyes close into a stoic look (the look is akin to Frisk's face.). That smile remains, kind and warm as per usual. Despite the fist colliding onto the acidic barrier, the woman grins now. Fur and flesh melting it hurts but...but, seeing him lash out at someone who is considered to be a really good friend, in the words of an abridged vampire everyone loves, "Ya done goofed." Green sparks flow around the fist as she heals herself. The shield, however, only blocked one fist leaving him open.

Muscles tense up as the left fist is drawn back and punched into the acidic barrier once more, this time harder and faster with flames coating that arm. A sickening shatter is heard, oops, there goes the barrier. The fist would not stop there, oh no it would not. Still quickly flying towards the mage's face. There would be no way for him to avoid it the moment his attention was turned from-c her, the right fist swings. Both arcing flames return to the collective that swarms her. The stoic expression never, aside from the grin. This flamed swing aims directly at his stomach. Mercy? There is mercy if he decides to step down. If not, then the beatings will continue. Huh, funny she hasn't felt like this since her days as a punk youth...funny. "My child, this is for your own good, I did not realize we were activating hard mode." Once more, he is distracted. Both punches, to the face, would leave it disfigured, more or less caved in and burnt to hell. His stomach, well would meet the same fate as his face.

Also...burnt to high hell. More or less, the flames would jump off of both arms and catch the mage on fire. If that was not enough then...well, more fun right? He wanted to play with something so dangerous. "I implore you to back down now child." Toriel seems to be sparing him, however that guard is not let down. This is no longer the ruins, here on the surface it is much more -C dangerous, threats everywhere and having learned this, the mother will not back down. Both red eyes sort of crack open with a bit of a spark to them. He wished to play with fire, and now he will get burned.-e