The sound comes from deep in your gut and rips free of your throat with a vengeance. Pheres is all horns and bones: all it would take to get his attention is one good swing, and right now, it seems like a great idea. You've done nothing but help his chump ass all goddamn morning and you're not going to be fucking ignored.
He's sparking up a storm, but you ignore it. He can scorch you all he fucking wants: embers and lights didn't fucking work the first time, so you don't know what shit he's trying, and you do not care.
Maybe you'll clout him in his fool head. Maybe you'll cull him, and save the drones the trouble. You're not sure yet, but there's only a few steps left: you'll figure out when you get there.
You don't notice when the sparks start increasing, but the flash of light, bright as lightning and the sun above, doesn't even make you falter: you've played that hoofbeastshit once already. When you reach out to snatch hold of a horn, or a limb, or a face, though, and find nothing, that's enough to snap you out of your spiral of rage and make you actually pause.
It takes a moment to clear away the white spots crowding your vision, and.. holy shit. They're gone.
How the fuck are they gone?
With a snarl, you whirl on Marduk. She's the only person left, and so she's the unfortunate target of your shitfit: you stalk forward, looming over her like a scarecrow, and this time, you don't resist the flick of your fingers that calls up your hammer from your sylladex. The weight of the rope is comforting as fuck.
You can't be found with a weapon in your hand when the drones arrive, but that's alright: it takes seconds to recaptcha it, and it's not like you need to have it out for long.
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The sound comes from deep in your gut and rips free of your throat with a vengeance. Pheres is all horns and bones: all it would take to get his attention is one good swing, and right now, it seems like a great idea. You've done nothing but help his chump ass all goddamn morning and you're not going to be fucking ignored.
He's sparking up a storm, but you ignore it. He can scorch you all he fucking wants: embers and lights didn't fucking work the first time, so you don't know what shit he's trying, and you do not care.
Maybe you'll clout him in his fool head. Maybe you'll cull him, and save the drones the trouble. You're not sure yet, but there's only a few steps left: you'll figure out when you get there.
You don't notice when the sparks start increasing, but the flash of light, bright as lightning and the sun above, doesn't even make you falter: you've played that hoofbeastshit once already. When you reach out to snatch hold of a horn, or a limb, or a face, though, and find nothing, that's enough to snap you out of your spiral of rage and make you actually pause.
It takes a moment to clear away the white spots crowding your vision, and.. holy shit. They're gone.
How the fuck are they gone?
With a snarl, you whirl on Marduk. She's the only person left, and so she's the unfortunate target of your shitfit: you stalk forward, looming over her like a scarecrow, and this time, you don't resist the flick of your fingers that calls up your hammer from your sylladex. The weight of the rope is comforting as fuck.
You can't be found with a weapon in your hand when the drones arrive, but that's alright: it takes seconds to recaptcha it, and it's not like you need to have it out for long.
"Where the fuck did they go?"