"And you should show basic ethical sympathy, so I guess we're both disappointing."
Carlisle felt every muscle in his body tense light taught steel cable, the muscles and veins along his body pronouncing and forming like marbled stone. Lacking of ethical sympathy? How..could.. He steadied his breath, this was just another day. Some core part of Crow's training, literally formed within his genetic code, flipped as the arch-mage asked whether he carried his Braidh. Unlike the old academic, leaving his Braidh would be like leaving an arm. His fingers trailed just across the Pummel as the Fleshspinner spoke to the somehow-wrong farmgirl.
Then the creature slid into a steady but well disguised stance, forming before the girl in a protective manner. Carlisle's eyes narrowed like a hawk, his feet sliding across the ground to match without a muscle losing tension. Who was the girl? Cogs spun within his mind and some deep intuition screamed of the dark and Crow let his silver flecked eyes flick to the girl just visable over Shertul's shoulder. But before any more connections to be made the creature began again, apparently attempting to send the civillians back to their homes. This was enough to give the Nephilim pause only to be taken immediately by a barrating speech as much to himself as to the crowd. The creature spun such words of passive hate against him that it struck Carlisle so dumb he actually blinked which might not seem like much but to the battletrained as he, blinking had to be timed and perfect.
"You are clearly the victim here. I'm sorry my torture ruined your day."
Each and every rune spattered across the Nephilim's body flared with silvery light. From his peripheral vision Crow could see the crowd warming to the fleshspinner's speech, eyes filling with bile as they turned on him. Before he could stop himself, his hand had reached the Braidh at his time. The length shimmered with brilliant light, the form melting and reforming down to the binding silvery chain that near all feared and children's tales had been spun. "How..DARE.. you", his voice boomed backed by his bloodline's power. It filled the area not only to Shertul but as if addressed to the despising onlookers as he cast his gaze around to each of them "Not five hours ago I nearly lost a brother, nay, may still lose a brother! Not by lording it over a neutral, but by finding a cult trying to sacrifice YOUR. PEOPLE! Neutrals! To try gain some twisted favor from Alithe's wastes! Maybe your memories are too short but I assure you mine is not and it has always been this way". Carlisle lifted his shirt enough to show the lattice of age old scars and the freshest from earlier that day finally forming into fresh silver lines through the brilliance of the lit healing rune fueled by his anger. As the shirt fell he rounded back on the fleshspinner, "So don't you dare twist my purpose. You took no heed of the pillars that hold the chaos at bay at the small price of inconvenience, calling me as if the city were under attack. You were the one to choose your path of flesh magic, Edging as close to the darkness that consumed the world and thousands of my brothers and sisters without actually being so that the insult is unbearable!". Crow took a couple slow measured steps forward, the now blazing chain scorching the cobbled stone but paused dead in his tracks. He had caught sight of the farmgirl that Shertul protect, a wide eyed fear in her eyes. In an instant, like an electric shock, he was thrown back into memory with a girl not much younger than she mirroring the same look. He saw the light burst from behind her eyes by his very hand and the slackened body hit the ground lifeless with such a sound you could never imagine. Crow blinked but as many times as he tried, the girls eyes and the farm girl's would not separate. With a shaky breath, the glowing runes faded along with the Angelic fury exhuding from him. The chain went slack as the weary look crept back across his face with a voice to match it "Just...go".
