🗡 - Drops a house out of a tornado
send me🗡to murder my muse
The rush of wind and growing shadow was lost among the Yard’s natural storm and dimness. The house landed foundation first upon the knight, crumpling the plates of his armor like tin. The amount of skeletal fractures were too many to count and were his blood pumping, there would be a great concern about internal bleeding and ruptured organs. His scythe lay impressed into the dark, damp earth along with him, though alarmingly unscratched. Specter Knight’s visor had rather soundly collided and pressed into his face, and of all the things that bothered him out of the occurrence, that would irk him the most.
Except he was under a house. Even if he could move his broken body there was no way he could lift the building. Was he dead? He may have well been.









