"He doesn't have a..." he's struggling, for some reason, in a way that fighting Trigon didn't begin to approach. Indeed, between the ritual, the magic surrounding him and the powerful demonic emotions and powers of chaos - Trigon currently seems to be helping William Hand more than he's hurt him. Indeed, it should be quickly becoming obvious to the demon that, for all its powers, its kind of strength is not well suited to fighting the power of the black - an almost depthless void that feeds and feeds, never full. All the demons he fed it may have struggled mightily - but in the end, they just fed him.
Ruth, however, is a different matter entirely. In comparison, Trigon is an afterthought.
He can feel the emotions from her - but they don't fill him, don't satisfy the void. What's worse, her presence is screwing everything else up - he's taking Iris' emotions in, but can't 'feel' them, instead, they're just waking up what he'd pacified.
The spikes shrink a little, the grey armor forming cracks.
"You... you bitch. What are you?" he directs at Ruth, drawing on more and more of his own power instead of that all around him, close, yet somehow hard to attain.
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