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@lord-saddler
It is I, Osmund Saddler, your lord and savior.
You are all my puppets.
Join us, become one of us. find your true purpose. let us give you... the gift of power.
You are more than welcome to ask for information, I'd be very delighted to have new members.
I'll be waiting.
After hours and hours of being half conscious and tied to a chair in a basement, scott heard someone coming.
Saddler walked in. Along with about 4 other cultists.
They secured an old sack on his head again. Then 2 cultists held scott by his arms while the other 2 untied him.
Once the he was free, he tried his best to fight, using any amount of energy he had left to shake them off. But it was useless.
They practically dragged him out of the basement, up some stairs, into a car at some point, and then Scott passed out.
When he woke up again, he was laying on the ground, his feet and hands secured with rope. He took in his surroundings, seeing Saddler sitting nearby.
Where the hell was he? Some cramped hotel? Why were the windows so small? Why the room so long?
@lsk2
Saddler was sitting down nearby, reading a newspaper like he didn't kidnap Scott. When he noticed Scott was awake, he signaled another cultist to pick him up and put him in the seat next to Saddler.
"Good afternoon, 72. Sleep well?"
Scott, now sitting upright, realized he was on a private jet.
He lunged at Saddler, trying to strangle him with his bound hands.
Where the fuck are we going!? You son of a-!
He headbutted Saddler in the face, uncaring of how much it made his head hurt even more.
"Is that any way to greet your capt-"
Saddler was cut off when Scott headbutted him. He groaned and leaned away, rubbing his forehead
"I should've seen that coming.. you're not very good at staying still, are you, 72?"
He signaled a nearby cultist to tie Scott to the chair so he could move even less.
He continued to try and hit anyone that came close, but was forced to settle on sitting there with an angry look on his face as he was tied to the chair even further.
He didn't say anything. Continuing to talk back to Saddler was a waste of breath.
Saddler got more comfortable in his seat, reading a newspaper like he didn't kidnap Scott.
"Did you see what happened in Minnesota recently? Tsk tsk..."
He said while pointing at a picture on the newspaper.
@lord-saddler if you can read this (don't forget your bifocals!) then take your Centrum.
If that was a joke about my age, you'll have to try better than that. After all, I'm not the one foolishly wasting time searching for a parasite within @lab-bourne-cat-boy that does not exist.
"I'm also not the of foolishly taking a cult leader on his word," Victor said, head tilted upward oh so slightly. "Whatever you have planned for the boy will be thwarted."
"Oh no, no. I have nothing planned for him... yet." He said with an erie smile
"What would the young cat boy say if he found out the man near his child was a cannibal?"
"I doubt very much that he would care, considering that you've put yourself in the position of a prey animal. If anyone would understand, then it's him. Now, why don't you run back to your little ant farm in Spain?"
"I can assure you, my fine religious community in Spain is far from little. Why don't you go back to your little urgent care?"
He said through clenched teeth
@lord-saddler if you can read this (don't forget your bifocals!) then take your Centrum.
If that was a joke about my age, you'll have to try better than that. After all, I'm not the one foolishly wasting time searching for a parasite within @lab-bourne-cat-boy that does not exist.
"I'm also not the of foolishly taking a cult leader on his word," Victor said, head tilted upward oh so slightly. "Whatever you have planned for the boy will be thwarted."
"Oh no, no. I have nothing planned for him... yet." He said with an erie smile
"What would the young cat boy say if he found out the man near his child was a cannibal?"
@lord-saddler if you can read this (don't forget your bifocals!) then take your Centrum.
If that was a joke about my age, you'll have to try better than that. After all, I'm not the one foolishly wasting time searching for a parasite within @lab-bourne-cat-boy that does not exist.
The master of a fine religious community
since when does anybody like this old man
@lord-saddler
how old are you again?
Didn't your parental guardian ever teach you it's rude to ask someone their age?
I am sixty seven
Is this funny at all
wtf Ramón 🥀
"How did you even get my number" and why did you even get a phone when you're actually 100+ years old 💔 @rookiefucker did you give him a phone?
WAIT WHY DID HE SAVED ME IN HIS CONTACTS AS "My crush... 😳❤❤❤"
Why did @lord-saddler fall down the stairs
I'm getting old
After hours and hours of being half conscious and tied to a chair in a basement, scott heard someone coming.
Saddler walked in. Along with about 4 other cultists.
They secured an old sack on his head again. Then 2 cultists held scott by his arms while the other 2 untied him.
Once the he was free, he tried his best to fight, using any amount of energy he had left to shake them off. But it was useless.
They practically dragged him out of the basement, up some stairs, into a car at some point, and then Scott passed out.
When he woke up again, he was laying on the ground, his feet and hands secured with rope. He took in his surroundings, seeing Saddler sitting nearby.
Where the hell was he? Some cramped hotel? Why were the windows so small? Why the room so long?
@lsk2
Saddler was sitting down nearby, reading a newspaper like he didn't kidnap Scott. When he noticed Scott was awake, he signaled another cultist to pick him up and put him in the seat next to Saddler.
"Good afternoon, 72. Sleep well?"
Scott, now sitting upright, realized he was on a private jet.
He lunged at Saddler, trying to strangle him with his bound hands.
Where the fuck are we going!? You son of a-!
He headbutted Saddler in the face, uncaring of how much it made his head hurt even more.
"Is that any way to greet your capt-"
Saddler was cut off when Scott headbutted him. He groaned and leaned away, rubbing his forehead
"I should've seen that coming.. you're not very good at staying still, are you, 72?"
He signaled a nearby cultist to tie Scott to the chair so he could move even less.
After hours and hours of being half conscious and tied to a chair in a basement, scott heard someone coming.
Saddler walked in. Along with about 4 other cultists.
They secured an old sack on his head again. Then 2 cultists held scott by his arms while the other 2 untied him.
Once the he was free, he tried his best to fight, using any amount of energy he had left to shake them off. But it was useless.
They practically dragged him out of the basement, up some stairs, into a car at some point, and then Scott passed out.
When he woke up again, he was laying on the ground, his feet and hands secured with rope. He took in his surroundings, seeing Saddler sitting nearby.
Where the hell was he? Some cramped hotel? Why were the windows so small? Why the room so long?
@lsk2
Saddler was sitting down nearby, reading a newspaper like he didn't kidnap Scott. When he noticed Scott was awake, he signaled another cultist to pick him up and put him in the seat next to Saddler.
"Good afternoon, 72. Sleep well?"
Scott, now sitting upright, realized he was on a private jet.
"Rock paper scissors. If I win, you cure me of Las Plagas. If you win, I'll make you a friendship bracelet."
🧡Ashley Graham @muses-in-my-mind
"Hm? What is this game you speak of?"
"Oh, it's so fun! You choose rock, paper or scissors. Paper beats rock, rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper. If you make a fist, you choose rock. And honestly, that's the most powerful one so you don't even need to worry about the other options."
"Hmm.. very well, we shall play this little game. You go first."
IM SO FUCKED
Yeah.
@victor-gideon cooked and ate my arm
Saddler received a typewritten letter in the mail. It read:
You taste rather dull, but I will find you and claim the rest of you. Even tainted meat has its uses...
-Victor Gideon
He was sitting down, two cultists working on his shoulder and bandaging it up when his servant brought him the letter. He read it. a few times actually. was there something wrong with his vision? he had no words. Shocked would be an understatement.
He angrily crumpled up the paper and threw it into a nearby fire.
"Rock paper scissors. If I win, you cure me of Las Plagas. If you win, I'll make you a friendship bracelet."
🧡Ashley Graham @muses-in-my-mind
"Hm? What is this game you speak of?"
Victor had to expand his network of informants in order to find the man—the magical teenage girl had, as usual, turned out to be unreliable and emotionally compromised—but at last, he'd found the man responsible for inflicting pain on his Arias. They were scarcely the same flesh and blood, but Victor's friends were few, and the boy did have a child on the way, after all.
Victor wasn't entirely sure that he'd need it, but on a whim, he'd come armed with a chainsaw. Upon spotting Saddler, he snarled and revved it.
(Hi, tee-hee!)
Saddler was minding his own fucking business, walking down the street with a new stronger staff and two cultists on either side of him.
Victor wasted no time, launching himself at one of the cultists and impaling him on the chainsaw and lifting him off the ground Vlad-style.
He was beyond furious. His parasite was beyond furious. Enough had been taken from him, and he would tolerate no more losses. He ignored the screams of the onlookers, his reptilian eyes filled with searing bloodlust behind his visor.
Saddler stopped walking long enough to glare at the man holding the chainsaw, his eyes flicking down to the remains of the first cultist on the ground.
"Can I help you?"
Saddler asked, an unbothered expression on his face.
The other cultist walked mindlessly towards Victor like a zombie, its arms stretched out as it mumbled Spanish phrases in a raspy voice.
Victor lopped off the head of the second cultist, too enraged even to savor the slight snag of the spinal cord meeting the whirring teeth of the chainsaw.
He crushed the cultist's ribcage with his boot as he crossed over it to get to Saddler, and he grabbed the man by the front of his robes to lift him off of the ground.
"What have you done to Arias?" He growled.
Saddler immediately kicked Victor in the chest, jumping off of him and out of his grip. He adjusted his robes and held his staff in a defensive position.
"Arias? Ohh.. the little cat boy. He destroyed something valuable of mine, so I taught him a lesson. Call it... payback."
Saddler spoke in a sadistic and condescending voice, staying calm despite two of his men getting ripped to shreds a few moments ago.
Victor seized the staff, attempting to wrench it from Saddler's grasp.
"You're going to tell me how to reverse whatever you've done, or you're going to die!"
"Whatever do you mean? I've done nothing."
He said, smirking with his words and punching Victor in the jaw while fighting for the staff
"I could've left him to die, but I didn't."
Saddler hit Victor in the center of his chest with the palm of his hand, attempting to knock some wind out of him or disorient him
Saddler might as well have been punching and hitting an ancient oak tree for all the good that it seemed to do him. Victor's assault had only been half-planned, but he was, after all, a nemesis-y, and a very aggrieved one at that.
"How very magnanimous of you," he said with a sneer, "but the fact remains that you've touched something of mine." He yanked the staff away and broke it over his knee.
Saddlers expression dropped in disappointment when Victor broke the staff, stepping back and examining his own bloody knuckles.
"You're speaking as if you own him-"
He suddenly spat acid at Victor with a snarl, aiming for the larger mans face.
"He is under my protection," Victor corrected him, cracking his neck bones with a sneer. "For that reason, you will undo whatever you've done to him or you will die!"
The acidic saliva managed to strike Victor's throat, and the pain only served to enrage him further. He lunged at Saddler and took a swing at his lower jaw.
Saddler got punched once- twice- his jaw bones crunching against each other.
his left arm began mutating into a grotesque mass covered in stretched veins and skin that looked it was seconds away from snapping open.
He swung the newly mutated limb at Victor, using his other hand to snap his own jaw back in place.
"Anything I've done to him has been repaired! You really think I'd hurt someone that valuable and leave him to die? You think so little of me."
Victor seized the mutated limb, testing its strength before attempting to snap it off of Saddler's body.
"You will not involve the boy in your plans!" He roared, gnashing his jagged golden teeth.
"He got himself involved."
Saddler growled, leaning down and sinking his teeth into Victor's arm, biting out a chunk of flesh. sharp and sturdy claws began growing out from where his hand would be on his mutant arm, the claws piercing Victor's skin.
"He is alive and well, isn't he? He needed the pain. He deserved it for killing Inútil."(Foofie)
"If he killed one of your deadbeats, then they probably deserved it—" he snarled in pain as Saddler took a bite out of him, stepping back to retrieve his chainsaw.
Through the hole torn into his leather coat, thick black veins could be seen beneath Victor's ashen skin. His parasite kicked into high gear, and several ropy tendrils emerged from the wound, thickening quickly into bladed tentacles as Victor brought the chainsaw roaring back to life.
"I'll send you to hell, you chitinous bastard!"
Saddler spat out the flesh in his mouth, surprised Victor was almost as vile as him. He saw the chainsaw and readied himself to dodge it if Victor were to swing it at him.
Saddler didn't have his staff, so he couldn't call anything for help. He couldn't move fast enough, and his attacks didn't work Victor as well as he hoped.
His mutated arm started to shrink back to normal size.
"You seem to have something of your own!" He said, gesturing to the black veins in his exposed skin.
"What I possess is far superior to your oversized mountain tick!" Victor growled.
Using the chainsaw while the tentacles writhed and thrashed at Saddler was unwieldy, to say the least. It wasn't typical for Victor to grow them. Few challenges had the temerity to rend his flesh from his body, after all.
Still, Victor persisted, chasing Saddler and driving him back with the chainsaw while the barbed tentacles lashed at him.
Saddler dodged the chainsaw, ducking down and backing up from the roaring machine Victor had in his hands. he was just about to say something before he had an idea and lost focus for just a second.
Victor closed in on Saddler with a roar, going for one of his limbs. He would have aimed for the neck, but this robed charlatan needed to suffer first.
"Let's see if your arms can move by themselves, you worm!"
He tried to step aside, but it was too late.
Saddler roared in pain, the chainsaws teeth catching on his skin and shredding through his muscles and bones. His arm fell to the ground with a wet thud, blood spilling from where his arm used to be. He staggered backward, losing his balance from now only having one arm.
"You're going to regret that." He spoke in a raspy voice.
Saddler used his remaining hand to grab the necklace he was wearing. He brought the small metal object around it up to his lips and blew it like a whistle. A loud, very high-pitched and ear bleeding tone filled the air, the sound echoed across the ground and surrounding buildings, stopping after a few seconds.
Complete.
silence.
Victor killed the motor on the chainsaw momentarily, wondering just how badly he'd need it. His ears were ringing, thanks to that terrible whistle.
He observed the silence warily as he kept his eyes on Saddler. Victor was no fool. He knew a threat when he saw (or rather, didn't see) one. His temper wasn't quite cooled yet, so he approached Saddler once again, looming over him and ready to dislocate his other arm, if not detach it completely.
After about 10 incredibly tense seconds, loud buzzing could be heard in the distance. Dozens of giant bugs were approaching, almost as large as Victor.
Saddler ran for the broken pieces of his staff from earlier, picking up the top part with his remaining arm. He chuckled, watching as the bugs flew at Victor.
A few of them spat acid at Victor, flying closer and closer while hissing
Victor batted away the first few of the pests, looming closer to Saddler. His parasite had its target marked, had its prey identified, and it was still standing.
His conscious mind still had its say, however, especially as the acid burns brought him back into the present and out of blood-soaked visions of the cult leader before him that he so desired to butcher.
Revving his chainsaw once more, Victor tore through the cloud of insects, taking time to clear them the best he could, or at least thin them out.
One of the Novistadors(the bugs) landed in front of Saddler, letting him climb on its back.
"You have weakened me. For that, I must congratulate you. However, you will not defeat me."
The bug that was carrying Saddler flew into the air, he was steering it with its antennas.
"I have a feeling we will meet again, whoever you are. Know this: you have made a very powerful enemy."
With that, the Novistadors carried Saddler away into the sky, off into the distance. All that was left was a Victor Gideon covered in blood, the bottom part of the staff and Saddlers right arm.
Victor had to expand his network of informants in order to find the man—the magical teenage girl had, as usual, turned out to be unreliable and emotionally compromised—but at last, he'd found the man responsible for inflicting pain on his Arias. They were scarcely the same flesh and blood, but Victor's friends were few, and the boy did have a child on the way, after all.
Victor wasn't entirely sure that he'd need it, but on a whim, he'd come armed with a chainsaw. Upon spotting Saddler, he snarled and revved it.
(Hi, tee-hee!)
Saddler was minding his own fucking business, walking down the street with a new stronger staff and two cultists on either side of him.
Victor wasted no time, launching himself at one of the cultists and impaling him on the chainsaw and lifting him off the ground Vlad-style.
He was beyond furious. His parasite was beyond furious. Enough had been taken from him, and he would tolerate no more losses. He ignored the screams of the onlookers, his reptilian eyes filled with searing bloodlust behind his visor.
Saddler stopped walking long enough to glare at the man holding the chainsaw, his eyes flicking down to the remains of the first cultist on the ground.
"Can I help you?"
Saddler asked, an unbothered expression on his face.
The other cultist walked mindlessly towards Victor like a zombie, its arms stretched out as it mumbled Spanish phrases in a raspy voice.
Victor lopped off the head of the second cultist, too enraged even to savor the slight snag of the spinal cord meeting the whirring teeth of the chainsaw.
He crushed the cultist's ribcage with his boot as he crossed over it to get to Saddler, and he grabbed the man by the front of his robes to lift him off of the ground.
"What have you done to Arias?" He growled.
Saddler immediately kicked Victor in the chest, jumping off of him and out of his grip. He adjusted his robes and held his staff in a defensive position.
"Arias? Ohh.. the little cat boy. He destroyed something valuable of mine, so I taught him a lesson. Call it... payback."
Saddler spoke in a sadistic and condescending voice, staying calm despite two of his men getting ripped to shreds a few moments ago.
Victor seized the staff, attempting to wrench it from Saddler's grasp.
"You're going to tell me how to reverse whatever you've done, or you're going to die!"
"Whatever do you mean? I've done nothing."
He said, smirking with his words and punching Victor in the jaw while fighting for the staff
"I could've left him to die, but I didn't."
Saddler hit Victor in the center of his chest with the palm of his hand, attempting to knock some wind out of him or disorient him
Saddler might as well have been punching and hitting an ancient oak tree for all the good that it seemed to do him. Victor's assault had only been half-planned, but he was, after all, a nemesis-y, and a very aggrieved one at that.
"How very magnanimous of you," he said with a sneer, "but the fact remains that you've touched something of mine." He yanked the staff away and broke it over his knee.
Saddlers expression dropped in disappointment when Victor broke the staff, stepping back and examining his own bloody knuckles.
"You're speaking as if you own him-"
He suddenly spat acid at Victor with a snarl, aiming for the larger mans face.
"He is under my protection," Victor corrected him, cracking his neck bones with a sneer. "For that reason, you will undo whatever you've done to him or you will die!"
The acidic saliva managed to strike Victor's throat, and the pain only served to enrage him further. He lunged at Saddler and took a swing at his lower jaw.
Saddler got punched once- twice- his jaw bones crunching against each other.
his left arm began mutating into a grotesque mass covered in stretched veins and skin that looked it was seconds away from snapping open.
He swung the newly mutated limb at Victor, using his other hand to snap his own jaw back in place.
"Anything I've done to him has been repaired! You really think I'd hurt someone that valuable and leave him to die? You think so little of me."
Victor seized the mutated limb, testing its strength before attempting to snap it off of Saddler's body.
"You will not involve the boy in your plans!" He roared, gnashing his jagged golden teeth.
"He got himself involved."
Saddler growled, leaning down and sinking his teeth into Victor's arm, biting out a chunk of flesh. sharp and sturdy claws began growing out from where his hand would be on his mutant arm, the claws piercing Victor's skin.
"He is alive and well, isn't he? He needed the pain. He deserved it for killing Inútil."(Foofie)
"If he killed one of your deadbeats, then they probably deserved it—" he snarled in pain as Saddler took a bite out of him, stepping back to retrieve his chainsaw.
Through the hole torn into his leather coat, thick black veins could be seen beneath Victor's ashen skin. His parasite kicked into high gear, and several ropy tendrils emerged from the wound, thickening quickly into bladed tentacles as Victor brought the chainsaw roaring back to life.
"I'll send you to hell, you chitinous bastard!"
Saddler spat out the flesh in his mouth, surprised Victor was almost as vile as him. He saw the chainsaw and readied himself to dodge it if Victor were to swing it at him.
Saddler didn't have his staff, so he couldn't call anything for help. He couldn't move fast enough, and his attacks didn't work Victor as well as he hoped.
His mutated arm started to shrink back to normal size.
"You seem to have something of your own!" He said, gesturing to the black veins in his exposed skin.
"What I possess is far superior to your oversized mountain tick!" Victor growled.
Using the chainsaw while the tentacles writhed and thrashed at Saddler was unwieldy, to say the least. It wasn't typical for Victor to grow them. Few challenges had the temerity to rend his flesh from his body, after all.
Still, Victor persisted, chasing Saddler and driving him back with the chainsaw while the barbed tentacles lashed at him.
Saddler dodged the chainsaw, ducking down and backing up from the roaring machine Victor had in his hands. he was just about to say something before he had an idea and lost focus for just a second.
Victor closed in on Saddler with a roar, going for one of his limbs. He would have aimed for the neck, but this robed charlatan needed to suffer first.
"Let's see if your arms can move by themselves, you worm!"
He tried to step aside, but it was too late.
Saddler roared in pain, the chainsaws teeth catching on his skin and shredding through his muscles and bones. His arm fell to the ground with a wet thud, blood spilling from where his arm used to be. He staggered backward, losing his balance from now only having one arm.
"You're going to regret that." He spoke in a raspy voice.
Saddler used his remaining hand to grab the necklace he was wearing. He brought the small metal object around it up to his lips and blew it like a whistle. A loud, very high-pitched and ear bleeding tone filled the air, the sound echoed across the ground and surrounding buildings, stopping after a few seconds.
Complete.
silence.
Victor killed the motor on the chainsaw momentarily, wondering just how badly he'd need it. His ears were ringing, thanks to that terrible whistle.
He observed the silence warily as he kept his eyes on Saddler. Victor was no fool. He knew a threat when he saw (or rather, didn't see) one. His temper wasn't quite cooled yet, so he approached Saddler once again, looming over him and ready to dislocate his other arm, if not detach it completely.
After about 10 incredibly tense seconds, loud buzzing could be heard in the distance. Dozens of giant bugs were approaching, almost as large as Victor.
Saddler ran for the broken pieces of his staff from earlier, picking up the top part with his remaining arm. He chuckled, watching as the bugs flew at Victor.
A few of them spat acid at Victor, flying closer and closer while hissing
Victor had to expand his network of informants in order to find the man—the magical teenage girl had, as usual, turned out to be unreliable and emotionally compromised—but at last, he'd found the man responsible for inflicting pain on his Arias. They were scarcely the same flesh and blood, but Victor's friends were few, and the boy did have a child on the way, after all.
Victor wasn't entirely sure that he'd need it, but on a whim, he'd come armed with a chainsaw. Upon spotting Saddler, he snarled and revved it.
(Hi, tee-hee!)
Saddler was minding his own fucking business, walking down the street with a new stronger staff and two cultists on either side of him.
Victor wasted no time, launching himself at one of the cultists and impaling him on the chainsaw and lifting him off the ground Vlad-style.
He was beyond furious. His parasite was beyond furious. Enough had been taken from him, and he would tolerate no more losses. He ignored the screams of the onlookers, his reptilian eyes filled with searing bloodlust behind his visor.
Saddler stopped walking long enough to glare at the man holding the chainsaw, his eyes flicking down to the remains of the first cultist on the ground.
"Can I help you?"
Saddler asked, an unbothered expression on his face.
The other cultist walked mindlessly towards Victor like a zombie, its arms stretched out as it mumbled Spanish phrases in a raspy voice.
Victor lopped off the head of the second cultist, too enraged even to savor the slight snag of the spinal cord meeting the whirring teeth of the chainsaw.
He crushed the cultist's ribcage with his boot as he crossed over it to get to Saddler, and he grabbed the man by the front of his robes to lift him off of the ground.
"What have you done to Arias?" He growled.
Saddler immediately kicked Victor in the chest, jumping off of him and out of his grip. He adjusted his robes and held his staff in a defensive position.
"Arias? Ohh.. the little cat boy. He destroyed something valuable of mine, so I taught him a lesson. Call it... payback."
Saddler spoke in a sadistic and condescending voice, staying calm despite two of his men getting ripped to shreds a few moments ago.
Victor seized the staff, attempting to wrench it from Saddler's grasp.
"You're going to tell me how to reverse whatever you've done, or you're going to die!"
"Whatever do you mean? I've done nothing."
He said, smirking with his words and punching Victor in the jaw while fighting for the staff
"I could've left him to die, but I didn't."
Saddler hit Victor in the center of his chest with the palm of his hand, attempting to knock some wind out of him or disorient him
Saddler might as well have been punching and hitting an ancient oak tree for all the good that it seemed to do him. Victor's assault had only been half-planned, but he was, after all, a nemesis-y, and a very aggrieved one at that.
"How very magnanimous of you," he said with a sneer, "but the fact remains that you've touched something of mine." He yanked the staff away and broke it over his knee.
Saddlers expression dropped in disappointment when Victor broke the staff, stepping back and examining his own bloody knuckles.
"You're speaking as if you own him-"
He suddenly spat acid at Victor with a snarl, aiming for the larger mans face.
"He is under my protection," Victor corrected him, cracking his neck bones with a sneer. "For that reason, you will undo whatever you've done to him or you will die!"
The acidic saliva managed to strike Victor's throat, and the pain only served to enrage him further. He lunged at Saddler and took a swing at his lower jaw.
Saddler got punched once- twice- his jaw bones crunching against each other.
his left arm began mutating into a grotesque mass covered in stretched veins and skin that looked it was seconds away from snapping open.
He swung the newly mutated limb at Victor, using his other hand to snap his own jaw back in place.
"Anything I've done to him has been repaired! You really think I'd hurt someone that valuable and leave him to die? You think so little of me."
Victor seized the mutated limb, testing its strength before attempting to snap it off of Saddler's body.
"You will not involve the boy in your plans!" He roared, gnashing his jagged golden teeth.
"He got himself involved."
Saddler growled, leaning down and sinking his teeth into Victor's arm, biting out a chunk of flesh. sharp and sturdy claws began growing out from where his hand would be on his mutant arm, the claws piercing Victor's skin.
"He is alive and well, isn't he? He needed the pain. He deserved it for killing Inútil."(Foofie)
"If he killed one of your deadbeats, then they probably deserved it—" he snarled in pain as Saddler took a bite out of him, stepping back to retrieve his chainsaw.
Through the hole torn into his leather coat, thick black veins could be seen beneath Victor's ashen skin. His parasite kicked into high gear, and several ropy tendrils emerged from the wound, thickening quickly into bladed tentacles as Victor brought the chainsaw roaring back to life.
"I'll send you to hell, you chitinous bastard!"
Saddler spat out the flesh in his mouth, surprised Victor was almost as vile as him. He saw the chainsaw and readied himself to dodge it if Victor were to swing it at him.
Saddler didn't have his staff, so he couldn't call anything for help. He couldn't move fast enough, and his attacks didn't work Victor as well as he hoped.
His mutated arm started to shrink back to normal size.
"You seem to have something of your own!" He said, gesturing to the black veins in his exposed skin.
"What I possess is far superior to your oversized mountain tick!" Victor growled.
Using the chainsaw while the tentacles writhed and thrashed at Saddler was unwieldy, to say the least. It wasn't typical for Victor to grow them. Few challenges had the temerity to rend his flesh from his body, after all.
Still, Victor persisted, chasing Saddler and driving him back with the chainsaw while the barbed tentacles lashed at him.
Saddler dodged the chainsaw, ducking down and backing up from the roaring machine Victor had in his hands. he was just about to say something before he had an idea and lost focus for just a second.
Victor closed in on Saddler with a roar, going for one of his limbs. He would have aimed for the neck, but this robed charlatan needed to suffer first.
"Let's see if your arms can move by themselves, you worm!"
He tried to step aside, but it was too late.
Saddler roared in pain, the chainsaws teeth catching on his skin and shredding through his muscles and bones. His arm fell to the ground with a wet thud, blood spilling from where his arm used to be. He staggered backward, losing his balance from now only having one arm.
"You're going to regret that." He spoke in a raspy voice.
Saddler used his remaining hand to grab the necklace he was wearing. He brought the small metal object around it up to his lips and blew it like a whistle. A loud, very high-pitched and ear bleeding tone filled the air, the sound echoed across the ground and surrounding buildings, stopping after a few seconds.
Complete.
silence.
