Remi
Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun
Welcome to the war, we've only begun
Blinded by both rage and blood, where bullets and blades have almost no effect on him, the fire certainly does. Already the wendigo's pelt is blackened and twisted where the torches have been thrust against him, and the open wounds on his body weep blackened blood. Death calls sweetly to Remi then; if he charges forward they'll absolutely kill him, but not before he takes out a significant number of them first. He has nothing to live for here and everything to die for, but--
--shift back.
No, he wants to hiss, but he has no tongue with which to do so, and gods had it been anyone other than Ronin he couldn't have done what he did next. And yet, despite the odds, the wendigo turns away from the group where he slides his claws down the broken concrete until the smell of his own flesh being grated away is bright in the air. Remi doesn't know quite how long it takes, but eventually, he's a man again. A man with his forehead pressed against the wall and his hands openly bleeding, just waiting to be restrained and hauled away.
--shift back.
No, he wants to hiss, but he has no tongue with which to do so, and gods had it been anyone other than Ronin he couldn't have done what he did next. And yet, despite the odds, the wendigo turns away from the group where he slides his claws down the broken concrete until the smell of his own flesh being grated away is bright in the air. Remi doesn't know quite how long it takes, but eventually, he's a man again. A man with his forehead pressed against the wall and his hands openly bleeding, just waiting to be restrained and hauled away.
Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
