The puppet had lost its left arm and its beak during the previous exchanges, but that didn't stop it from injuring Noah. Its maimed hand had pierced his abdomen, its damaged shoulder had stabbed his chest, and the sharp feathers on its body had sliced his whole torso.
Noah had his clawed hands stabbed on the puppet's head. He spread his arms to enlarge that crack, uncaring of the fact that the feathers stabbed in his torso would hurt him in the process.
Snore launched its dark beam, and a wave of violent dark matter engulfed the puppet's torso. Part of the attack reached Noah and damaged his waist, but he did nothing to stop his companion.
The Blood Companion could feel Noah's determination. After millennia spent together, Snore had learnt how Noah fought and had attuned its mind to his battle style.
His pain didn't matter. His injuries didn't matter. Destroying his enemies was everything, and Snore understood that.