He was more bothered by the strips of flesh and old, thick blood stuck to his mask than the patched-together corpse in front of him, or the way it fell lifeless to the ground. He was sure he wouldn't be able to clean this to his satisfaction; he tossed it to one side, instead, turning back to the acolytes.
"I'll just count that as broken, shall I? No matter," he said, leaping forward again. The head acolyte was backpedaling, so it was easier to reach one of the others -- unfortunate, but he wrapped himself and all his limbs around them anyway, squeezing to breaking point. "I don't see a point in threats, really. But I'm not happy with you, and your little Gatekeeper routine. Or would it be Keymaster? I can never remember."
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Date: 2013-05-25 01:57 pm (UTC)He was more bothered by the strips of flesh and old, thick blood stuck to his mask than the patched-together corpse in front of him, or the way it fell lifeless to the ground. He was sure he wouldn't be able to clean this to his satisfaction; he tossed it to one side, instead, turning back to the acolytes.
"I'll just count that as broken, shall I? No matter," he said, leaping forward again. The head acolyte was backpedaling, so it was easier to reach one of the others -- unfortunate, but he wrapped himself and all his limbs around them anyway, squeezing to breaking point. "I don't see a point in threats, really. But I'm not happy with you, and your little Gatekeeper routine. Or would it be Keymaster? I can never remember."