ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ᴋᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛɪɴ ᴠᴇsʜɴʏᴀᴋᴏᴠ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sputnik) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
singillatim2024-05-19 07:05 pm
sputnik) wrote in singillatim2024-05-19 07:05 pm
WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO CRACK THEIR BONES?
Who: Konstantin Veshnyakov + ota!
What: an opportunity to encounter the alien parasite inhabiting Kostya's body / various other threads.
When: mid-late May / June.
Where: various places in Milton.
Content Warnings: This character comes with a parasitic alien entity by default. He's also experiencing Glimmerfog sickness, but it's in its early stages. More detailed warnings in various prompts within.
INFO !
■ — Kostya's in the early stages of Glimmerfog sickness. His little alien horror can sense this and is going to yeet itself out of him at random times / places in Milton.
■ — This scenario can be played with in a variety of ways, with varying degrees of horror. If needed, please let me know if there's anything you'd specifically like to indulge in or avoid.
![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
horreur / plotting post
■ — Details on the alien can be found here. As a note, it will be staying more underdeveloped / larval in these threads, so although it may get aggressive, it won't be capable of doing too much damage... apart from biting, if you get close enough to its mouth... It WILL try to suck your blood if that happens!
A — THERE IS A KILLER AMONG US
This is the option to chat with Kostya before his little alien freakout, for anyone who might like some build up, to get in some initial cr-building, etc. For anyone who wants this option, I'll reach out to see how you might want the alien reveal to go down later on in the thread! OR if you might want to just have them talk and not have an alien reveal, that's fine too!
B — I'M A LARVA WRAPPED IN SILK
This is the option for Kostya's alien to start making an appearance at one of the mentioned locations, but it will not fully emerge from his body. Things will still get pretty gnarly, as it will visibly be seen coming upwards, but he will not actually throw it up. Once it settles back inside of him, Konstantin will wake up (so basically this thread option will involve him shortly coming to again and your person dealing with that!) Content warnings: seizure, parasitic horror, emeto / vomiting associations.
C — DON'T LOOK EVIL RIGHT IN THE EYE
This is the option for Kostya's alien to immediately make a full appearance at one of the mentioned locations. It will emerge from his body and can be interacted with as a separate entity. Its reactions will depend largely on how someone reacts to it, but if you have any preferences or thoughts here, please reach out to me! For this option, Konstantin will remain unconscious for the entire thread, so interactions will only be with his alien. Content warnings: seizure, parasitic horror, emeto / vomiting, an alien that is very worm-like and also has features associated with a variety of spooky creatures like spiders, snakes, lampreys...
What: an opportunity to encounter the alien parasite inhabiting Kostya's body / various other threads.
When: mid-late May / June.
Where: various places in Milton.
Content Warnings: This character comes with a parasitic alien entity by default. He's also experiencing Glimmerfog sickness, but it's in its early stages. More detailed warnings in various prompts within.
INFO !
■ — Kostya's in the early stages of Glimmerfog sickness. His little alien horror can sense this and is going to yeet itself out of him at random times / places in Milton.
■ — This scenario can be played with in a variety of ways, with varying degrees of horror. If needed, please let me know if there's anything you'd specifically like to indulge in or avoid.
■ — Details on the alien can be found here. As a note, it will be staying more underdeveloped / larval in these threads, so although it may get aggressive, it won't be capable of doing too much damage... apart from biting, if you get close enough to its mouth... It WILL try to suck your blood if that happens!
A — THERE IS A KILLER AMONG US
This is the option to chat with Kostya before his little alien freakout, for anyone who might like some build up, to get in some initial cr-building, etc. For anyone who wants this option, I'll reach out to see how you might want the alien reveal to go down later on in the thread! OR if you might want to just have them talk and not have an alien reveal, that's fine too!
[ It's common for Konstantin to find difficulty sleeping, and so the earliest days of the sickness pass by without any real awareness to the fact. It's fine if he's mildly drowsy; he can handle it! As usual, he's prone to taking walks from his cabin on the town outskirts and into the center of things, perpetually looking to keep himself busy. Maybe you catch him:
— getting in some physical fitness, taking walks and jogs around town (stopping to smile at anyone he might see out on a porch front or passing by; he'll be happy to chat, even with strangers. Maybe you'll end up inviting him in at some point! Certainly there's no danger of this man throwing up an entire alien or anything like that)
— at the hunting/fishing supply store, which is a much less-traveled area in Milton and mostly always empty... But today there is a lone cosmonaut inside, looking for a fishing pole.... and seeming a bit lost about it, standing with his hands on his hips, frowning thoughtfully. He's only ever lived in the city and in outer space, and neither of those options have exposed him to fishing.
— at one of Milton's remaining empty cabins, with the front door wide open to let in some fresh air as he pokes through dust-coated furniture to look for any home decorating items he might be able to snag...
— wildcard options! Kostya could be just about anywhere, but for this thread, it would work best if it's somewhere there aren't too many people around. ]
B — I'M A LARVA WRAPPED IN SILK
This is the option for Kostya's alien to start making an appearance at one of the mentioned locations, but it will not fully emerge from his body. Things will still get pretty gnarly, as it will visibly be seen coming upwards, but he will not actually throw it up. Once it settles back inside of him, Konstantin will wake up (so basically this thread option will involve him shortly coming to again and your person dealing with that!) Content warnings: seizure, parasitic horror, emeto / vomiting associations.
[ It happens with little warning. All of a sudden, the other occupant in the room will begin to tremble — and it's immediately violent, his body commanded by convulsive jerks that wrench him back and forth. He'll only remain upright for seconds before he's unable to hold himself, losing control of everything, falling to the floor hard and fast.
Konstantin is not a small man; about six feet tall and with the athletic build befitting his title as a Hero of the Soviet Union, hitting the deck is a rough process, hard and heavy. He might slam into something, knock nearby objects over — might even fall into you. Ultimately he'll end up on his back, however, and it's there that he keeps convulsing, back arched inwards and head hitting the floor beneath him as he spasms. His eyes loll back, gagging against the strain of his own throat.
As quickly as it starts, it seems to stop. The man's body goes completely limp, eyes shut, mouth slack with a thin stream of drool that slips from the corner and puddles to the floor. Every muscle has been forced to shut down, leaving the cosmonaut unconscious and unmoving. It's then that the creature can safely start to make its exit from the body that's progressively becoming sicker with some strange illness.
Something is happening to the man again. He remains unconscious, eyes shut, but his body is moving once more — softer spasms this time, torso rippling. His mouth parts and his throat convulses with movement as he dry heaves there on the floor as though needing to vomit. The creature makes its way up from its nest within his stomach, pushing itself from the safety of the organ and up into its host's esophagus. The journey takes some time, and then you'll see evidence of it — some thin thing wriggling under the skin of his throat, pumping itself upwards slowly, cautiously. But it pauses all of a sudden, waits. It can sense you're there, and it's completely vulnerable outside of him. ....What will your reaction be? Maybe it isn't worth coming out right now. ]
C — DON'T LOOK EVIL RIGHT IN THE EYE
This is the option for Kostya's alien to immediately make a full appearance at one of the mentioned locations. It will emerge from his body and can be interacted with as a separate entity. Its reactions will depend largely on how someone reacts to it, but if you have any preferences or thoughts here, please reach out to me! For this option, Konstantin will remain unconscious for the entire thread, so interactions will only be with his alien. Content warnings: seizure, parasitic horror, emeto / vomiting, an alien that is very worm-like and also has features associated with a variety of spooky creatures like spiders, snakes, lampreys...
[ It happens with little warning. All of a sudden, the other occupant in the room will begin to tremble — and it's immediately violent, his body commanded by convulsive jerks that wrench him back and forth. He'll only remain upright for seconds before he's unable to hold himself, losing control of everything, falling to the floor hard and fast.
Konstantin is not a small man; about six feet tall and with the athletic build befitting his title as a Hero of the Soviet Union, hitting the deck is a rough process, hard and heavy. He might slam into something, knock nearby objects over — might even fall into you. Ultimately he'll end up on his back, however, and it's there that he keeps convulsing, back arched inwards and head hitting the floor beneath him as he spasms. His eyes loll back, gagging against the strain of his own throat.
As quickly as it starts, it seems to stop. The man's body goes completely limp, eyes shut, mouth slack with a thin stream of drool that slips from the corner and puddles to the floor. Every muscle has been forced to shut down, leaving the cosmonaut unconscious and unmoving. It's then that the creature can safely start to make its exit from the body that's progressively becoming sicker with some strange illness.
Something is happening to the man again. He remains unconscious, eyes shut, but his body is moving once more — softer spasms this time, torso rippling. His mouth parts and his throat convulses with movement as he dry heaves there on the floor as though needing to vomit. The creature makes its way up from its nest within his stomach, pushing itself from the safety of the organ and up into its host's esophagus. It's in a hurry, alarmed; it lets the man's natural reflexes help urge it up and out, and suddenly Konstantin's body reels, mouth parting wider as something small and quivering spills from his throat and onto the floorboards with a wet plop.
At first, it looks like a mass of slime, but you might realise quickly enough that it's a sort of sac, a viscous membrane. The thick, protective coating is something the creature produces to keep itself and its host undamaged by its violent exit from his body.
The mess stays still enough for a few long seconds, but then its pulsing intensifies, and something begins to squirm within it. A writing thing emerges, but not easily, seeming to struggle with the task. Finally the thing that just came out of the unconscious man is revealed: a worm-like creature, body long and thin, consisting of a head, little vestigial protrusions that perhaps suggest limbs stuck in development, and ending in a tail.
It seems like too many things put together — something at once reptile, insect, invertebrate — its little head is hooded, much like a cobra's, but its mouth is only a round hole, lined with sharp little teeth. A cluster of eight black eyes glint, spiderlike, as the thing slowly writhes wetly on the floor. ]
no subject
It definitely makes Bigby feel a little nervous about having the other here in his house. His kid lives here, for god's sake. But it's not like Bigby's inherent sense of justice allows him to just turn Konstantin away either, especially when he's trying so hard to take care of this community.
It sucks. ]
Well.. Don't they cover up all sorts of shit where you come from? [ Sorry, pal, but this is the easier thing to focus on at the moment while the rest of Bigby's brain is still busy trying to work out a solution for the parasite problem.
And he is pretty sure Konstantin is Russian, which is why he's saying this in the first place. ]
I doubt they're even keeping you locked up because they're worried about you. I know how that stuff works. They're probably real interested in how they can somehow use that thing that lives inside of you, like it isn't obviously something that would never let itself get controlled by humans.
no subject
Konstantin keeps trying to maintain a calm, keeps that palm against this abdomen, readying himself in case he feels any subtle movement. If he needs to warn Bigby, if it starts to emerge... he'll have only seconds to act. But for the moment, he tries to keep concentrating on the other's words. ]
No, you're— you're exactly right about that. On the surface, they covered everything up. I saw some of the doctored footage they released to the public, about the crash. About... what happened to me, and my co-pilot.
[ Something tightens suddenly in his throat, and Konstantin has to take a moment. ]
But they were never going to let me go. They were already doing experiments on us both.... and trying to turn it into a weapon. Most likely, a weapon of war.
[ The horror of that concept freshly washes over him, and he stares at the floor for a long moment. ]
Your world... all of these... oddities, things that might be called "monsters" to humans... do people try to do the same? Experiment on them, or use them for some... purpose?
no subject
Bigby does notice, after all, how the other man is holding his gut. Like he's worried about whatever is in there coming out. It doesn't really scare Bigby, since Konstantin seems like the type who'd let him know if the threat was truly urgent-- maybe it's more anxiety on the other's part, worried about the thing coming out more when he's actively talking about the threat of it all.
He slowly exhales when the other man arrives at that question. ]
No. But that's since we've got all knowledge of us tightly under lock and key.
[ So it's more just that they're not given the chance to try in the first place.. ]
Technically I'm not even supposed to tell anyone here, I guess, but.. [ He shrugs. ] Circumstances, and all that. [ It would have been more of a pain at this point to have to hide what he is - not to mention that not everyone here seems to be just an ordinary mundy. Konstantin himself is a great example of that, even if it's technically because of something inside of him. ]
That's exactly why we're keeping it all secret though. I don't want to know what the hell mundies would try to do if they found out about the fact that we exist. It's better to keep our worlds entirely separate. I've honestly talked to more of you here than I ever have back where I come from.
no subject
...But the fact they'll lie about him at all is... difficult to swallow. That he's become someone held in high esteem to someone treated like a bomb, a weapon, kept prisoner while subjected to experiments against his will. What can go on behind the locked doors of any major Soviet institution is certainly nothing that Konstantin is a stranger to, but in concept alone; he's never been the one held in a prison cell. He's never been the one questioned and poked and prodded and threatened. He's spent his life serving his country, and now he's.... nothing.
But his home isn't the only one with secrets. He looks back up as the other man says that all knowledge of people like him is kept tightly under lock and key, and Konstantin finds himself surprised. From his experience, Bigby's seemed so... accepting of his own situation — but then, that's just it. Maybe it's not a situation for him, but simply the reality he's always known. "Mundies" — there's a word for people who aren't like Bigby. It's like they're a different category entirely.
So hiding what he is... doesn't seem to be because he's ashamed of it, but for different reasons entirely. That sure is a thought, one that Konstantin will have to sit with for awhile after this conversation. For now, he's thinking about how this man (this werewolf) is someone he can relate to more than most anyone, anymore. ]
It's good that people like you have some sort of community back in your world, at least. It's nice not to be alone, and... I'm sure it becomes exhausting, having to keep the truth of your own identity a secret from the... mundies, as you say. [ He smiles just a little, before it fades. ]
....I know I should tell more people here, as well. If something goes wrong with this thing, it would be better for them to know how to handle it. [ ...There's a 'but' lingering, and he pauses against it, feeling an odd sense of shame. He's afraid, and feeling fear is not something that someone like himself is meant to experience. At least, he's not supposed to act on it. ]
....I don't want people to see me as a monster. As something disgusting, or frightening. But how they could not? It is disgusting, and frightening. It's... abhorrent.
[ Sorry, Bigby... He didn't mean to come over here and unload some of his (many) self-esteem and identity issues on you... ]
no subject
.. they all die on his tongue for a moment when the other man continues to speak.
How ironic, to hear these words. Bigby knows nothing other than to be looked at as a monster constantly, and here he's being confronted of someone who seems absolutely terrified of the same fate.
He shifts a little, sitting back in his chair. ]
It is. [ He slowly says.
Maybe he's not making it personal on purpose here. It'd be awkward as hell. Why bring his own personal feelings into it when Konstantin is struggling enough as-is?
So Bigby just speaks calmly, tucking away every part of him that relates away for now. ]
You're not. You're a big guy, I'm sure you understand. Even if you got that thing inside of you, it isn't you. Why would you be the monster if you never even asked for this shit?
no subject
But there are things he hasn't told everyone. Not even those he trusts the most, here. Konstantin lowers his eyes again as he stares to the wooden floorboards. Again, he realises it's... strangely easier, speaking to this man who doesn't know him too well, and whom he doesn't know too well in return. They're not strangers, but they're not friends, and there's less risk... disappointing or upsetting someone who has no reason to really care much about him in the first place.
Bigby's also easy to talk to, in some way that Konstantin's not used to, either. He takes off the... filters, doesn't hide behind smiles or pleasantries. It's a little intimidating, but it's also refreshing, somehow. ]
I wasn't the best person, back home. I may have never directly hurt anyone, but if innocent people suffer because of you.... because of your weaknesses, your selfishness... then your hands aren't clean, right?
[ It's difficult to explain without dumping his worst regrets on the other man, but he can't bring himself to speak about Aleksei just yet. ]
This thing and I.... deserve each other. It chose me, bound itself to me. There was someone else in the spacecraft that it could have made its home in, but it wanted me.
[ He knows that there are biological, scientific reasons it happened that way — Averchinko was sick; the creature could sense that, didn't want a host who wasn't healthy. But that's just it. It's because his body is healthy, because he chose being what he is, a cosmonaut, over every single thing else. Abandoning everything else.
His next words come more quietly. ]
....And if I wasn't a monster, then I would have done whatever it took to try and stop it. But I let it kill people, so that I could escape from that facility. Some people might say that makes me just as much of a killer, too.
no subject
God, he really wishes he had some cigarettes left right about now.
Instead he moves a hand up to rub at his forehead for a moment as he listens to the other speak, the hand disappearing partially into his hair by the time Bigby is replying. ]
Where is the line between monster and man?
[ It's a question he could ask Konstantin.
It's a question Bigby could ask himself.
There's a slight pause after that question mark, and then he adds: ]
Do you know the answer to that?
no subject
And here it is now.
His mouth opens, searches for words that don't come. He doesn't know. He doesn't know how to answer that question, but he desperately wishes he did. Finally, broad shoulders slumping again, he admits defeat. ]
A few months ago, I might have tried to find an answer to that question. 'The line is in a man's choices', or something like that. But now...? Now, I can't find that line. Everything just feels like an excuse.
[ A pause of his own, eyes lifting, searching Bigby's face. Does he think of himself as a "monster", too? Bigby seems... so much more accepting of what he is, and how he is, unapologetically, but... ]
....Have you found it?
no subject
But he also knows this sort of thing varies from person to person. What one person might call a monster, others won't. Even if Konstantin might call himself a monster, the people that care about him in this place surely wouldn't. ]
You have to find it for yourself. [ He therefore slowly says. ] It's not something I can help you with. Not something anyone can help you with, really. It's gotta come from you.
no subject
He doesn't know who he is now, much less how to contend with what thin line separates him from the monstrous being that his body is now home to. He doesn't know... what to hold onto, what to let go. But he can understand the other man's answer, see it for what it is. ]
It makes sense. It's good advice. [ He does mean it, hands smoothing down over the knees of his trousers for a moment, chest tight with the weight of all of this. But the thing has calmed, at least. ]
I suppose in the meantime, all I can do is... try to keep a lid on this. Keep it contained, safely. [ ...With the looming dread that the lid is going to snap off any day now. Like what happened with Kieren....
Speaking of. Konstantin swallows, jaw stiffening in thought as he looks back up to Bigby. Can he trust him...? (He already has, hasn't he?) ]
...There's something else I need to talk with you about, if you haven't gotten tired of me yet. [ A soft, playful smile before the dose of his typical light-heartedness flutters right away again, dark eyes turning serious once more. ]
You're someone... trustworthy, in this town, someone others can trust. So I think I can talk to you about this. I'm worried about someone here. A young man.
[ Maybe this is part of "finding it out for himself." Maybe it's that he can't do everything on his own — that he can't be that Hero he was before, doing it all, untouchable and safe and distant, and strong. Maybe here, he needs help. And that includes help watching out for people like Kieren. ]
....Kieren Walker. Do you know him?
no subject
Maybe the other thing he has to talk about has to do with that too.
.. granted, it has him raising an eyebrow instead when he hears about it. Not just because the other man calls him trustworthy - not a sentiment absolutely everyone in this place would echo, Bigby thinks - but also because of the specific name he brings up.
Of all names.. ]
Yeah, I know Kieren.
[ Worried about him. Hm. Bigby turns the words over in his head for a moment, but he supposes they could mean a lot of different things. Better to hear the other out before assuming anything. ]
Why?
cw: mention of zombie feeding / ~cannibalism
He's— sick, I think. A little like I am.
[ But in very different ways, too. Kieren's not... alive; he's something stuck between living and dead, or something reanimated... Something that came back. Before this place. ]
...I saw him attack someone. [ He's still shaken by the incident, a strange thing to admit, considering Konstantin is no stranger to seeing a variety of gore. But it was.. different, this. It was watching someone gruesomely kill a person and eat their brains. It was watching what the creature inside of him does, too. ]
Attack, and eat them. Part of them. He— I don't think he could control himself. I think it's this place, the hunger... I know he'd never want to. Never choose to.
[ Not Kieren, who'd wept over an animal carcass, blood dripping from his mouth. Who'd miserably called himself a monster while sitting in the cabin kitchen, bleeding black from his arm. ]
no subject
That doesn't sound like him, no.
[ It would be a more alarming thing were it not for the exact thing Konstantin is pointing out too. It likely was that thing that was driving more people last month. Bigby has never seen even a sign of Kieren having done this before now, even though they've been here for nearly a year here, so it's clearly something he's got under control most of the time.
It's just that this place brought out the worst in him - as it did in all of them. ]
I think it'll only become a problem if the Darkwalker tries to mess with us again.
no subject
No matter how it is, Konstantin's immediately relieved the reception isn't something worse, and he nods, encouraged to keep speaking with honesty. It's... nice, to rely on someone else for big news like this. He can tell Vasiliy too, of course, but there are so few others in this place that he feels he can really trust. With his own secrets and well-being it's one thing, but.... he's afraid Kieren could be in danger.
He hesitates again, though. How does he convey that he's... more worried about what could happen to Kieren than about what the kid could do to other people? Voicing that aloud will surely sound.... horrible, but... He sighs, running a hand back over his mouth for a moment. ]
Truthfully, I'm mostly worried about the repercussions of it for the boy. I don't think I was the only one who saw what... happened. How gruesome it was.
Maybe most of the people in this place are tolerant of things like you and I, and Kieren, but... we don't know that it's everyone. Someone could try to take matters into their own hands.
[ Hurt him. Make sure he can't hurt anyone else again. ]
There are also several doctors and others with medical experience here. Kieren's a walking science experiment just waiting to happen. In a place like this? Isolated, contained, with no laws to protect him? [ He doesn't even want to say he's projecting his own recent lab rat experience with this, because he truly thinks it's a legitimate threat. ]
no subject
[ Now that's an assumption Bigby hadn't really jumped to. Sure, he can see the point in other people maybe wanting to do something about Kieren. The main reason Bigby isn't too worried about that is the fact that people don't necessarily seem all that hostile to inhuman beings here, if Bigby is taking his own experience into account. He's been very forward about what he really is for much longer than Kieren, having attempted to protect the other's secret at a town meeting before.
Not to mention Kieren has been here long. There are clearly a lot of people who care about him - Konstantin included, apparently. It gives him a bit more safety, though the possibility still exists.
This is a wild one though. Bigby can't help but wonder if-- ]
Does this have to do with your own experience? [ He tilts his head a little to the side as he's saying it, like he's thinking - remembering something. ] You said that they put oddities into a laboratory there.
[ There's a pause, then a hum, and then.. ]
I don't think any of the doctors here are really that kind of doctor. That Goodsir guy looked at me like I'd grown a second head when I had to tell him I'm actually a wolf during my first months here.
no subject
I was thinking of what happened with me, yes. [ He nods, but he knows how it sounds — paranoid — so he's quick to add: ] It's not that I think anyone is necessarily itching to do such a thing right now, though. Or even that it's on anyone's mind at this moment. But... we don't know how long we'll be in this place for, or what the long-term looks like. Much less how this... Darkwalker influence might continue to alter things.
[ He leans back in his seat a little, brows knit in thought. ]
Mostly what I'm saying is... this environment is an ideal place for something like that to happen. Potentially. And if, somewhere down the line, someone might develop an agenda like that, or... hell, maybe some new Interloper who joins our ranks, or maybe if we're ever found by scientists, the military.... if we have people like Kieren openly categorised into Anomalies and things of that nature...
[ He lets the thought go there, it speaks for itself; Kieren would be a target. The fact Kieren is "out" about his status to the town now is something that the cosmonaut can't help being very worried about, and is part of why he hides his own so fiercely. He realises it's a contrast to Bigby, who's been very honest about what he is in this place from the start, it seems. ]
....If there's one thing I've learned, it's that humans are capable of turning against their own kind very easily. And justifying just about anything. I just— I don't want anything to happen to him. I've been trying to keep an eye out, but I'm... [ A tired, faint smile. ] ...not at my best. I'm sick, too much. Half the time I'm fucking unconscious from this thing taking over.
But maybe we could help each other look out for the kid.
no subject
[ It might sound like surprisingly easy agreement on Bigby's part. After all, Konstantin didn't even have to say that much to convince him. The issues the other is expressing is stuff Konstantin seems to be occupying his mind with far more than Bigby.
But, it's just.. Bigby is already looking out for Kieren. He's looking out for everyone in town. It's why he bothered to drag Konstantin back to town back when they first met out in the woods. It's why he bothers to have these talks with the other.
It's something that feels embarassing to say in a situation that isn't super dramatic though, so this feels convenient. Easy to hide behind. Sure, he will help Konstantin look out for Kieren. ]
I can't say I'm exactly at my best either. If I was, I could protect anyone in this town from even the fucking Darkwalker itself.
[ This isn't a certainty, but in Bigby's mind it is. He can't believe a thing like that could possibly be more powerful than the Big Bad Wolf itself at full power.
He's fought worse things than that being. ]
But I can do what's possible, even while I'm just human.