Asura's mind was filled with glee as the skeleton goblin was finally destroyed. But his happiness was short lived when he heard a horrendous scream from behind. His 'attention' was drawn to Mother Slime who seemed to be crying and brokenly calling his name. Something had hurt her and quite badly.[color=red][i]No no no nonononono[/i][/color] Like a snake he slid over to her and immediately shoved his remaining herbs into her membrane. He absentmindedly sent a wide tendril to brush away the other skeleton that lurked near her, strangely not attacking yet. [color=red]"Eat them, consume the leaves! They'll heal you!"[/color] He exclaimed, genuine worry showed in his voice. During the whole four days the people had been conscious he had mostly been monotone, emotionless. Mother Slime had helped him loosen up somewhat, but more importantly she let him teach her. He was more her parent than the other way around as this point.

He had never had children when he was a human and he had adopted Mother Slime as his own. Little bouts of red electricity ran over Asura's form as he turned towards Jason. His shift was quick thanks to his more liquid body. He had arms, basic three fingered hands, and a torso with a massive red eye in the chest full of fury. All of it aimed at Jason.

[color=red]"You will die, foolish child. You will die alone and in more pain than your pathetic mind can imagine."[/color] He growled out. His voice was colder than ice and menacingly, not matching the psychotic rage that laid within that great eye. It would remind anyone of how a serial killer would speak and the tone they tended to use from movies. But Asura wasn't a movie, he was very very real. Asura had clearly not been of sound mind while alive. His arms, each his maximum reach, lashing out. Pulling his body forward as fast as he could. Almost like a mad dog despite the smoothness of his movements. Whatever adrenaline slimes could produce was going, making him move faster than previously shown. Each time a hand landed it was with a rather loud thoom followed by the rapid slither of his base. The drums of death coming for Jason.

It had been a long time since Asura had felt something aside from control. Control to not kill someone. To not cave their head in with a single powerful blow. To not tear them apart with machinery or tools. Here though, he didn't need control. He just needed power and force. Which he had both of within this small cluster of beings. So he let his control go, let his old murderous madness rise to the surface, fed by his rage towards the stone slime, for harming [b]HIS[/b] child.

Despite his rage, Asura was hyper aware. Like when he boxed, or got in the scraps at the bars, he was looking around for any signs of actual danger. That great eye flitted about, looking at the ground. But that wasn't the full spectrum of how Asura was operating. His whole body was an organ, slimes didn't have a central set of eyes like humans. So why think like one? His 'body' was looking right at Jason as he destroyed the distance between the pair. One great arm pulling back, soaking with the red lightning of Smash aimed right for his center of mass.