[@The1Rolling1Boy][@Blueflame]
Shadow buries her face in Frisk's shoulder, shaking wiith fright. Sans alone scared her, but him acting like this, plus Avary being this intense, was much more than she could handle. She may be the embodiement of shadow, but she was still a child.
Avary's vision went red, he ran down the hall and stood between sans and Chara. He grabbed his sword and got an idea. He held it like a spear and made his voice a bit gruffer. "Hey punk, you think you can take me?"