"Most don't trust me enough to stick around." Eileen retorted, surprisingly airy considering circumstances.
"Well enough," She said, her syllables thrumming with power the bladed whip began coiling like a great snake. Sections of the weapon rang, silver-light writing etching itself into the metal. It a pretty sound; bright in tone but seemed cacophonous to Twitchy, judging from the way he writhed in the booth.
"Weary prayers have reached Our Mother Wings of The Crow will give you flight Silver Mercy has found you, Brother Hard-won rest has come tonight."
At the end of the incantation, Eileen twisted her wrist again, the point of the blade rushing with dazzling speed.Twitchy had growled something low and guttural, clambering to sit up as a magic circle appeared in the air before him. The attack struck and bounced, ricocheting violently towards the counter area. Not to be outdone, Eileen spun against the momentum of her blade, forcing the blade to redirect and embed itself in the counter-top -- just shy of Salem.
"Shit." The oath was the only thing that the Crow Hunter could manage after a moment of gawking.
The corruption was apparent, his Hunter's Ward was so low in energy that it was barely luminescent. It seemed to crack and crumble as it wound counter-clockwise, before stuttering and spinning wildly in the proper clockwise fashion, flickering madly as it hung in the air.
"So much for fuckin' courtesy." The Crow grumbled, accent thickening with her irritation. She scowled at Twitchy, watching as his body tried to heal, bullets beginning to push out of their wounds.
no subject
"Well enough," She said, her syllables thrumming with power the bladed whip began coiling like a great snake. Sections of the weapon rang, silver-light writing etching itself into the metal. It a pretty sound; bright in tone but seemed cacophonous to Twitchy, judging from the way he writhed in the booth.
Wings of The Crow will give you flight
Silver Mercy has found you, Brother
Hard-won rest has come tonight."
At the end of the incantation, Eileen twisted her wrist again, the point of the blade rushing with dazzling speed.Twitchy had growled something low and guttural, clambering to sit up as a magic circle appeared in the air before him. The attack struck and bounced, ricocheting violently towards the counter area. Not to be outdone, Eileen spun against the momentum of her blade, forcing the blade to redirect and embed itself in the counter-top -- just shy of Salem.
"Shit." The oath was the only thing that the Crow Hunter could manage after a moment of gawking.
The corruption was apparent, his Hunter's Ward was so low in energy that it was barely luminescent. It seemed to crack and crumble as it wound counter-clockwise, before stuttering and spinning wildly in the proper clockwise fashion, flickering madly as it hung in the air.
"So much for fuckin' courtesy." The Crow grumbled, accent thickening with her irritation. She scowled at Twitchy, watching as his body tried to heal, bullets beginning to push out of their wounds.