He stumbled slightly, trying to phase again but the moment he dissolved, the poison followed through the smoke.
When he reformed, it got worse.
"…What… is… this…?" his voice cracked as he dropped to one knee.
His skin began to itch causing him to scratch his arms violently.
"…You…" his throat tightened.
"You turned yourself into smoke," West stepped forward. "…I just made sure that smoke wasn't safe anymore."
The man's eyes widened as realization hit. "…Poison…?"
The man collapsed further, choking, clawing at his own skin as if trying to tear something out from within.
His breathing became hurried as his body refused to stabilize.
"…You… can't… do this…"
West tilted his head slightly. "I already did."
The Guardian Blade appeared in his hand as he charged forward after pulling it straight from his inventory smoothly.
The man tried to phase but it was too late. The poison had already disrupted his control.
