[Severus’ Head]“heheh, good boy, grovel on the floor, its where you deserve to be”
The voice of the dark one echoed from the thunderous skys above him. The mighty axe swung downwards just as Severus moved at the very last second rolling between the beasts legs, the sharp blade cut deep into the earth with so much ease, like her was stabbing butter. The beast bellowed angrily, pulling the blade from the ground. “Run... Run for your life Severus....”
there was a cackle of laughter, as he scrambled to his feet and ran.
Chest heaving with the effort, Severus ran, fast as his legs would take him, headless of anything that lay ahead, he took twists and turns, no longer paying attention to where he was going, just the knowledge that the Minotaur would catch him on the straight, while the heavy beast would be much slower than himself going around corners.
Severus was well and truly lost now, as he swung around another corner he found three doors lined up in a dead end. Four choices.... first door, second door, third door, or go back and try a different way before the Minotaur catches up. [Iris]
I love Gor’fek)
Bloodbrand tried to stay atop the ogre, but although a big man himself, he was nothing compared to the bulk of Gor’fek. His mismatched eyes went wide as he realised what Gor’fek was going to do. “Mistress will be angry if you break me...” the ogre took no head, he would please the great maw, mouth open, Bloodbrand swore loudly, and of his own accord shoved his flesh arm into the Ogre’s maw. There was a sickening crunch as it was bitten off at the elbow. The man beneath him barely flinched, “better just an arm eh? I like my head attached to my shoulders.”
The arm tasted bitter, old, like it had been dead for a very long time, the skin and bone quickly falling to ash in Gor’feks mouth, making his mouth dry and taste bad.
(if this distracts Gor’fek, Bloodbrand will punch him again with his good arm) [Scias]
(Ah... I got a really crap role...)
Underestimating the Palidin, Ty’rin’s wrist jarred back, the mace clattering to the ground a few feet away with a dull thud, the woman took a step back too late as Scias’ fist thwacked her armour where her ribs were, the power of his punch denting the smooth black metal. She glared angrily at him, rage filling her eyes. Scias’ other hand had blocked her incoming blow.
“You bastard, hope you get ripped apart by the devil’s hounds.” Even through the armour it had winded her, but instead of pulling her fist back for another blow, she grabbed his wrist, her fists still wrapped with black smoke like energy started to creep along his armour, creeping underneath, where ever it touched his skin it burned.”GAH!!! You’ve got yourself in trouble again boy!!!!” [Alacas]
The first vine wrapped around her wrist, she pulled on it, but it wouldn’t let go, her black eyes glared at Garath, and she laughed softly, “cute...” as two move and wrapped around her ankles, and a forth one tried to grab her other fist, her soft touch making it wither and die, “It’s a shame you’ll have to die eventually, you’d make a fantastic apprentice.” The clouds shifted in her eyes, and she lay her palm flat towards him, his staff growing hotter and hotter in his hands.