The world warped before Tot’s eyes, causing him to bare his teeth in worry as he was suddenly falling in a different direction from where the Piper was walking. He glanced down at what appeared to be one of the pillars of the Terminus and grasped the hilt of his sword to bring the blade’s edge grinding against the earth. He gripped the sword tightly as he was pulled toward the pillar, the blade dragging like an anchor to slow his plummet until his feet met the stone figure. Tot crouched and when The Piper’s power wore off, he dropped from the side of the pillar to plop face down into the dirt—again.
“This is gettin’ old,” Tot growled, fanning the plume of dirt that rose about his face.
Using his sword as a cane, he recovered to his feet and scowled when he noticed that The Piper had vanished.
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath. A looney bin on the loose that was just great.
Tot quickly surveyed the area, noticing that not much had changed except for the damaged rat corpses that he remembered had given birth to numerous rats.
Please don’t become a problem later, Tot prayed. He didn’t want to see another rat or piper again, but seeing how neither of them could successfully kill the guy, the chances of them meeting again were still high.
Gazing down at the crude knife in his bare hand, Tot said to it, “Feed yourself before you make me sick.”
The blade turned a sanguine red and bubbling up from the earth were pools of blood from the slain. The blood reached out to wrap about the sword like thousands of ribbons. The veins on Tot’s neck and face swelled like tree branches as his eyes turned white. His black hair tossed about as he carried the sword over to the group, running in his eagerness to clear the area. His appearance might have startled them: 1) because he wasn’t missing an arm at that moment, and 2) while Blood Binge was in effect not only was his Eld being nourished but his body to some extent.
“We must pull back!” Tot yelled.
They were dealing with a situation that they knew nothing about. They had injured teammates who were priority, especially the Knight of the Veil who may have been their only hope for learning what had happened. The sooner they were able to get her stable, then the better.
“This is gettin’ old,” Tot growled, fanning the plume of dirt that rose about his face.
Using his sword as a cane, he recovered to his feet and scowled when he noticed that The Piper had vanished.
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath. A looney bin on the loose that was just great.
Tot quickly surveyed the area, noticing that not much had changed except for the damaged rat corpses that he remembered had given birth to numerous rats.
Please don’t become a problem later, Tot prayed. He didn’t want to see another rat or piper again, but seeing how neither of them could successfully kill the guy, the chances of them meeting again were still high.
Gazing down at the crude knife in his bare hand, Tot said to it, “Feed yourself before you make me sick.”
The blade turned a sanguine red and bubbling up from the earth were pools of blood from the slain. The blood reached out to wrap about the sword like thousands of ribbons. The veins on Tot’s neck and face swelled like tree branches as his eyes turned white. His black hair tossed about as he carried the sword over to the group, running in his eagerness to clear the area. His appearance might have startled them: 1) because he wasn’t missing an arm at that moment, and 2) while Blood Binge was in effect not only was his Eld being nourished but his body to some extent.
“We must pull back!” Tot yelled.
They were dealing with a situation that they knew nothing about. They had injured teammates who were priority, especially the Knight of the Veil who may have been their only hope for learning what had happened. The sooner they were able to get her stable, then the better.
