01-02-2020, 07:52 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]Serpent let out a hiss as its jaws fell short of digging into the target's leg, and lurched forward- only to feel a sudden, piercing pain in its spine. Recoiling, it tried to gaze back at where the injury had occurred, but couldn't see the source of the pain. It couldn't have ruptured any vital organs, at least.
Baring its fangs, it turned back to Warringkingdoms and slithered in her direction- and heard a snarl behind it, followed swiftly by sharp talons skewering its flesh. With as loud a hiss as it could muster, it writhed to try and get free. Finally, slipping free of the beast's grip, it shot towards the door and fled the building, heading back towards the docks.
The Ferryman hadn't sent any further orders... why was that? Surely he would have been able to see what had just transpired through Serpent's eyes, and told Serpent what to do while he sent reinforcements. Had his connection been disrupted?
At this point, Serpent had a choice between fleeing, or dying at the claws of the target and her newfound entourage. Dying would do no good if the Ferryman and the other reapers didn't know where Warringkingdoms was, or that Nemhain had been alerted to their presence. Serpent had to find the others and let them know before being finished off.
Slithering down the street, internally cursing the thick trail of blood it left behind, Serpent cried out as loudly as it could, "The target is this way! She has the bird!" If the mental connections had been disrupted, it would just have to rely on yelling aloud.
--
As its talons snatched Lemy from the ground, Phoenix took off towards the skies- the higher up off the ground it was, the less likely it was to be interrupted by another would-be hero. Flying towards the Ferryman, it bit back a chuckle at Lemy's yelling. The lowly demon refused to accept its place, was that it? Poor, unfortunate, miserly soul.
As the Ferryman came into view, Phoenix blinked- there were others in the boat, savagely attacking its master. Well, now how was it supposed to create a hostage situation if the hostage-keeper was under attack himself? With a sigh, it decided to-
Something changed. The world seemed to shift. Phoenix's limbs were... not its own? Its impulses were overridden, its consciousness forced into the back of its own mind. It couldn't move. What was this? It couldn't even reach its mental bond with its master- it was, completely and totally, helpless.
In its haze, it could barely register that someone else's soul was in its body, pulling the strings- a soul that just a few moments ago, it had considered too lowly to be a threat.
He was that strong?
Reaper Serpent
Health: 32%
Current forms: misty figure in the shape of a serpent
Powers: water elementals, intangibility, invisibility; mentally bonded to the Ferryman
Attacking: none
Baring its fangs, it turned back to Warringkingdoms and slithered in her direction- and heard a snarl behind it, followed swiftly by sharp talons skewering its flesh. With as loud a hiss as it could muster, it writhed to try and get free. Finally, slipping free of the beast's grip, it shot towards the door and fled the building, heading back towards the docks.
The Ferryman hadn't sent any further orders... why was that? Surely he would have been able to see what had just transpired through Serpent's eyes, and told Serpent what to do while he sent reinforcements. Had his connection been disrupted?
At this point, Serpent had a choice between fleeing, or dying at the claws of the target and her newfound entourage. Dying would do no good if the Ferryman and the other reapers didn't know where Warringkingdoms was, or that Nemhain had been alerted to their presence. Serpent had to find the others and let them know before being finished off.
Slithering down the street, internally cursing the thick trail of blood it left behind, Serpent cried out as loudly as it could, "The target is this way! She has the bird!" If the mental connections had been disrupted, it would just have to rely on yelling aloud.
--
As its talons snatched Lemy from the ground, Phoenix took off towards the skies- the higher up off the ground it was, the less likely it was to be interrupted by another would-be hero. Flying towards the Ferryman, it bit back a chuckle at Lemy's yelling. The lowly demon refused to accept its place, was that it? Poor, unfortunate, miserly soul.
As the Ferryman came into view, Phoenix blinked- there were others in the boat, savagely attacking its master. Well, now how was it supposed to create a hostage situation if the hostage-keeper was under attack himself? With a sigh, it decided to-
Something changed. The world seemed to shift. Phoenix's limbs were... not its own? Its impulses were overridden, its consciousness forced into the back of its own mind. It couldn't move. What was this? It couldn't even reach its mental bond with its master- it was, completely and totally, helpless.
In its haze, it could barely register that someone else's soul was in its body, pulling the strings- a soul that just a few moments ago, it had considered too lowly to be a threat.
He was that strong?
Reaper Serpent
Health: 32%
Current forms: misty figure in the shape of a serpent
Powers: water elementals, intangibility, invisibility; mentally bonded to the Ferryman
Attacking: none
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo