*Gazes off the battlements as he watches the landscape around him, the air filled with the coppery scent of a job well done. Glances to the writhing pow clawing at his hand, her broken form still showing remnants of the celestial being she once was* I was quite sure I gave you an answer last time, sweet messenger. *tightens his grip as he snaps another bone in her shoulder* I care not for alliances with your kind. I can protect my own territory well enough, and your insinuated threats are just cute. Your designs are as well-meaning as any devils. *pats her bare chest* Now, Im going to let you go, flap those broken chicken wings as hard as you can if you want to live. If you make it, that little firecracker I put in you will go off in 30 or so minutes. Best get flapping. Bon voyage! *lobs the screaming lady off the edge, towards an area that he knows is actually soft mud. He chuckles and watches as the messenger stumbles off bearing a look of relief and pain. A trio of disguised celestials dart toward her to get her to safety. He grins and engages the spellbomb as they get clear of his fortifications, turning to reenter as the sound of the sky splitting in a hellish roar serenades his ears* Jehova witnesses are getting more troublesome this year.... Now what to do?
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 02:53:18 +0000
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