So Kami was fairly screwed. So I decided hey, if he's gonna die, might as well die in style, right? So yeah, gonna have Kami go full on berserk, and show off his real idenitity.
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The moment Kami dropped his blades Hale stepped back, curious to see what he planned.
Immediately he realized he missed an opening and cursed under his breath.
"Hale! Mith!" Magnus yelled out without looking up from his cruelty.
"The last bit of identity he had is gone. He's less human than you are now."
While he took care to protect himself, he treated his hammer with reckless abandon.
Hale eyed the blades, sheathed in stone. Those were mad sharp, how were they still untouched? His hammer was sure starting to look worse for wear.
Nevertheless he swung it overhead to distract Kami or, if lucky, crack his skull like an egg.
Immediately he realized he missed an opening and cursed under his breath.
"Hale! Mith!" Magnus yelled out without looking up from his cruelty.
"The last bit of identity he had is gone. He's less human than you are now."
While he took care to protect himself, he treated his hammer with reckless abandon.
Hale eyed the blades, sheathed in stone. Those were mad sharp, how were they still untouched? His hammer was sure starting to look worse for wear.
Nevertheless he swung it overhead to distract Kami or, if lucky, crack his skull like an egg.
Hurt me as much as you are hurt?
A howling laughter echoed trough Hank's head.
Adorable.
Magnus's jaw snapped shut, tearing the colt from Hanks hand and crushing it between shark-like rows of teeth.
The metal bent and tore like tinfoil as Magnus chewed twice before spitting the shrapnel in his assailants face.
Al the while filling his head with mocking words of laughter.
If that's what you really want. I will speak apologies.
His clawed hand took Hank's arm in a vice grip and turned swift and viciously, forcing Hank to the ground.
But first...
For the first time Hank was personally and directly confronted with the absurd strength old bloods held.
In a single motion Magnus stood looming over the fledgeling, one arm pinned tightly behind Hank's back, slowly pulling the arm further up.
Hank could sense barbed needles run softly along the back of his neck, one movement and the needle would sink into flesh.
You need a lesson in loss. Young one.
Magnus was going to slowly rip his arm of.
---
"You're the human mister Magnus and Hale were questioning, right?" Ashlynn hesitatingly asked as she approached.
"Then you must be the Lady Mo's childe?"
"How did you know that?"
"I pay attention when others speak. Heard Mo talk. I can tell she's proud of you."
"She gave me everything I have now."
"Where is she now?"
"..."
"You do know where she is right?"
"She's on the battlefield.."
"And that makes you uneasy doesn't it?"
"..."
"A heavy feeling of dread and longing. As her childe you are bound to her, and she to you.
That's how she'll always know where you are, and if you're safe."
Ashlynn stared at Martin in fearful silence. Her eyes were wide.
"It feels like my heart is breaking."
"That means you have a strong connection. You feel her pain, her-"
Panicked tears sprung in Ashlynns eyes as she interrupted him.
"She's dying!"
---
Mohowauuck had started to move. A colossal arctic wolf made it's way trough the battlefield.
Bright white stained with crimson red, washed in the deep orange of the afternoon sun.
As she started her struggle towards the peace of the woods it started to rain.
Thick warm drops of tropical monsoon fell from the heavens.
The downpour would come wash all away.
A howling laughter echoed trough Hank's head.
Adorable.
Magnus's jaw snapped shut, tearing the colt from Hanks hand and crushing it between shark-like rows of teeth.
The metal bent and tore like tinfoil as Magnus chewed twice before spitting the shrapnel in his assailants face.
Al the while filling his head with mocking words of laughter.
If that's what you really want. I will speak apologies.
His clawed hand took Hank's arm in a vice grip and turned swift and viciously, forcing Hank to the ground.
But first...
For the first time Hank was personally and directly confronted with the absurd strength old bloods held.
In a single motion Magnus stood looming over the fledgeling, one arm pinned tightly behind Hank's back, slowly pulling the arm further up.
Hank could sense barbed needles run softly along the back of his neck, one movement and the needle would sink into flesh.
You need a lesson in loss. Young one.
Magnus was going to slowly rip his arm of.
---
"You're the human mister Magnus and Hale were questioning, right?" Ashlynn hesitatingly asked as she approached.
"Then you must be the Lady Mo's childe?"
"How did you know that?"
"I pay attention when others speak. Heard Mo talk. I can tell she's proud of you."
"She gave me everything I have now."
"Where is she now?"
"..."
"You do know where she is right?"
"She's on the battlefield.."
"And that makes you uneasy doesn't it?"
"..."
"A heavy feeling of dread and longing. As her childe you are bound to her, and she to you.
That's how she'll always know where you are, and if you're safe."
Ashlynn stared at Martin in fearful silence. Her eyes were wide.
"It feels like my heart is breaking."
"That means you have a strong connection. You feel her pain, her-"
Panicked tears sprung in Ashlynns eyes as she interrupted him.
"She's dying!"
---
Mohowauuck had started to move. A colossal arctic wolf made it's way trough the battlefield.
Bright white stained with crimson red, washed in the deep orange of the afternoon sun.
As she started her struggle towards the peace of the woods it started to rain.
Thick warm drops of tropical monsoon fell from the heavens.
The downpour would come wash all away.
Is it me or does Wraith's profile pic kinda look like Mithias just heard his homeboy's mixtape and it's fire.
I don't remember what kind of poison Magnus used. something with nerves I think? Cause that would work fully against vampires too.
Whatever it was it was fucked up.
I wonder what Hank is going to do. He's at a point where he could make some really weird choices.
Should be fun.
Whatever it was it was fucked up.
I wonder what Hank is going to do. He's at a point where he could make some really weird choices.
Should be fun.
Hale flashed a mischievous grin while moving in to flank Kami with Mithias.
He laughed under his breath as he whispered 'Godlike' to himself in that one voice from that one video game.
His pendulum movements looked reckless and impractical, masking how much care he put into staying just out reach.
Hale focused on the swift dance of razors and placement of feet. Mithias was in control of the fight, Hale would pick up on the openings he would make. The next dodge of a blade would follow with an unforgiving hit with the hammer.
Hale hoped this would be enough of a distraction for Magnus to roll away to safety.
Magnus had other plans though. This was indeed the distracting situation he was waiting for.
But he wasn't going to run. Not yet. Blood loss and holy vapor be damned.
In a split second he moved his hand up to grasp at Kami's leg.
Barbed needles protrude from under his claws to deliver a cruel and deadly payload.
He laughed under his breath as he whispered 'Godlike' to himself in that one voice from that one video game.
His pendulum movements looked reckless and impractical, masking how much care he put into staying just out reach.
Hale focused on the swift dance of razors and placement of feet. Mithias was in control of the fight, Hale would pick up on the openings he would make. The next dodge of a blade would follow with an unforgiving hit with the hammer.
Hale hoped this would be enough of a distraction for Magnus to roll away to safety.
Magnus had other plans though. This was indeed the distracting situation he was waiting for.
But he wasn't going to run. Not yet. Blood loss and holy vapor be damned.
In a split second he moved his hand up to grasp at Kami's leg.
Barbed needles protrude from under his claws to deliver a cruel and deadly payload.
Furnace acquired Zombie x2.
Furnace equips Zombie. It is ineffective.
"Furnace, this isn't the place to use that." - Oak, Samuel
Furnace is confused. He hurt himself in his confusion.
Furnace equips Zombie. It is ineffective.
"Furnace, this isn't the place to use that." - Oak, Samuel
Furnace is confused. He hurt himself in his confusion.
I cast Lesser Resurrection. *Rolls*
Furnace walked in silence as he listened to Kelvin.
The words had a strange rhythm to them. They seemed to fit well together.
Thou that didn't help to comprehend them.
Alulah was gone again. The white orb was rising and the world had gone dark again.
There was definitely a pattern here and the floaty girl was part of it.
The Aurumancer spoke of fatigue, but they had been told go.
"Should we rest?" Furnace pondered out loud. By the way he sounded it was as if he was morally against the idea.
"I have plenty of energy left. We can keep walking for a while."
The words had a strange rhythm to them. They seemed to fit well together.
Thou that didn't help to comprehend them.
Alulah was gone again. The white orb was rising and the world had gone dark again.
There was definitely a pattern here and the floaty girl was part of it.
The Aurumancer spoke of fatigue, but they had been told go.
"Should we rest?" Furnace pondered out loud. By the way he sounded it was as if he was morally against the idea.
"I have plenty of energy left. We can keep walking for a while."
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