[It's an eerie quiet that settles over the arena as one third of the party tends to their fallen, one third tracks a rampaging brute, and the remaining gather around the quickly disintegrating form. Kind words of love that only speak so loud, that do not reach across the spaces. Tarvos follows Tylor, brandished and lured, even as the hits start to stack, as flame once again burns and drain after drain reach into his coding and pull him hollower and hollower. His HP sits at 30%.
It's an eerie, eerie quiet.
And yet, the second that Macha vanishes into nothing but foam, everyone around Tarvos will feel a chill that goes down to their bones as his attention immediately snaps off of Tylor, eyes towards nothing.
Nothing.
The sound of nails on a chalkboard screech through everyone's ears - of metal against metal and bone crushing under force. The entire arena shakes.
And Tarvos HOWLS.
Tylor is immediately charged at, and though Tarvos's hands miss (4), the spear that equips back into his hand does not (10), slicing at the Partizan's legs. He doesn't bother to stay to see if his prey is downed. He's aimless. Howling, Howling and howling as black streaks down his face, his mask, down every crack of his body.
NOT AGAIN. NOT AGAIN.
Dehya is the next one closest who he grabs for and misses (1), earning an almost agonized sound from the beast. He tries again for Oria, with another long swipe of his spear that connects just enough to burn, to leave behind a feeling that you deserve this, you should have done better, you SHOULD HAVE DONE BETTER. (12)
And finally, to Ganymede. To Michel. Vengeance asks why. Why didn't he die instead? Why didn't either of them? Why did THEY get to live????
In one smooth motion, Ganymede is picked up with one enormous hand, clenched by the neck, as Tarvos pivots his entire weight to slam the Macabre Dancer into the shattered ground of the arena. Over and over and over, until the body goes limp, where he tosses it bodily to hit Ramiel.]
ROUND 10 2/2
It's an eerie, eerie quiet.
And yet, the second that Macha vanishes into nothing but foam, everyone around Tarvos will feel a chill that goes down to their bones as his attention immediately snaps off of Tylor, eyes towards nothing.
Nothing.
The sound of nails on a chalkboard screech through everyone's ears - of metal against metal and bone crushing under force. The entire arena shakes.
And Tarvos HOWLS.
Tylor is immediately charged at, and though Tarvos's hands miss (4), the spear that equips back into his hand does not (10), slicing at the Partizan's legs. He doesn't bother to stay to see if his prey is downed. He's aimless. Howling, Howling and howling as black streaks down his face, his mask, down every crack of his body.
NOT AGAIN. NOT AGAIN.
Dehya is the next one closest who he grabs for and misses (1), earning an almost agonized sound from the beast. He tries again for Oria, with another long swipe of his spear that connects just enough to burn, to leave behind a feeling that you deserve this, you should have done better, you SHOULD HAVE DONE BETTER. (12)
And finally, to Ganymede. To Michel. Vengeance asks why. Why didn't he die instead? Why didn't either of them? Why did THEY get to live????
In one smooth motion, Ganymede is picked up with one enormous hand, clenched by the neck, as Tarvos pivots his entire weight to slam the Macabre Dancer into the shattered ground of the arena. Over and over and over, until the body goes limp, where he tosses it bodily to hit Ramiel.]