BONE SNAPPING REVERBERATES like a gunshot against cavernous walls underlying moody manor. muffled scream p i e r c e s suffocating silence, the earth around them seeming to SWALLOW IT WITH FERVOR :: gaia accepts sanguine tribute with a smile, the great mother delighting in crimson mire. soldier stands ramrod straight, body tensed and ready though opponent lies prone upon ground underfoot, thin spindly limbs tangled but for the cruel twist of lower leg pulled protectively toward chest ( as though that could spare her further injury, should he wish it ). eyes are cold as oceanus’ deepest reach, AMBIVALENT as the morae as they unspool thread and measure the lives of all in decrepit hands. run ! run ! run ! the shades scream from the banks of the styx where they ROT ETERNAL death ! death ! death approaches !
❛ OPPONENT INCAPACITATED. no further action required. ❜ tone holds NOTHING :: no concern, no warmth, no AFFECTION. soldier peers upon competitor with naught but brisk assessment analyzing posture, expression, proximity to weapon.
@killedbyvoldemort liked for a starter lol [ x ]