The sound comes from deep in their thoracic cage, and rips free of their 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. They're not here to be fucking ignored.
He's sparking up a storm, but Riccin ignores it. He can scorch them all he fucking wants: embers and lights didn't fucking work the first time, so they don't know what shit he's trying, and they do not fucking care.
Maybe they'll clout him in his fool head. Maybe they'll cull him, and save the drones the trouble. They're not sure yet, but there's only a few steps left: they'll figure out when they get there.
Riccin doesn't notice when the sparks start increasing, but the flash of light, bright as lightning and the sun above, doesn't even make them falter: they've played that hoofbeastshit once already. When they reach out to snatch hold of a horn, or a limb, or a face, and find nothing, that's when they pause.
It takes a moment to clear away the white spots crowding their vision, and.. holy shit. They're gone.
Riccin whirls on Marduk. She's the only person left, and so she's the unfortunate target of their shitfit: they stalk forward, looming over her like a scarecrow, resisting the twitching urge in their fingers to call up their hammer.
They can't be found with a weapon in their hand when the drones arrive, but right now, they really want to kill something.
[this is why OA has no friends] [except for PC and HH] [the Terrible Trio]
The sound comes from deep in their thoracic cage, and rips free of their 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. They're not here to be fucking ignored.
He's sparking up a storm, but Riccin ignores it. He can scorch them all he fucking wants: embers and lights didn't fucking work the first time, so they don't know what shit he's trying, and they do not fucking care.
Maybe they'll clout him in his fool head. Maybe they'll cull him, and save the drones the trouble. They're not sure yet, but there's only a few steps left: they'll figure out when they get there.
Riccin doesn't notice when the sparks start increasing, but the flash of light, bright as lightning and the sun above, doesn't even make them falter: they've played that hoofbeastshit once already. When they reach out to snatch hold of a horn, or a limb, or a face, and find nothing, that's when they pause.
It takes a moment to clear away the white spots crowding their vision, and.. holy shit. They're gone.
Riccin whirls on Marduk. She's the only person left, and so she's the unfortunate target of their shitfit: they stalk forward, looming over her like a scarecrow, resisting the twitching urge in their fingers to call up their hammer.
They can't be found with a weapon in their hand when the drones arrive, but right now, they really want to kill something.
"Where the fuck did they go?"