there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Smug as a smug thing, right up until Flora's thoughts turn itchy and spindly, Jack wrinkles his nose across at the wall of spiders and lets his arm tighten around the Doubletake as if to keep her from peeling away and fleeing - something he imagines the boggart very much would like them to do. "My plan was to basically just keep hittin' it until it died," he confesses to her, about to summon a gust of wind to blast the spiders back when, lo and behold, their resident Ancient comes to the rescue.
"That'll do the trick," Jack drawls, raising his eyebrows and not trying to hide that he's relatively pleased by the appearance of the wall of fire. (He can always appreciate power, especially when it comes to his assistance). Alas, given that the spiders are not real, they aren't silly enough to fry themselves on Astaroth's flames.
No, instead they warp and shift and change.
Over the wall of fire comes a literal murder of enormous gore crows, croaking and cawing and beating at the air on dark wings. Perhaps that will be enough to peel someone away from the group. (You, Asta. It's you, babe).
The spiders didn't work, so here come some gore crows to spook one of you!
"That'll do the trick," Jack drawls, raising his eyebrows and not trying to hide that he's relatively pleased by the appearance of the wall of fire. (He can always appreciate power, especially when it comes to his assistance). Alas, given that the spiders are not real, they aren't silly enough to fry themselves on Astaroth's flames.
No, instead they warp and shift and change.
Over the wall of fire comes a literal murder of enormous gore crows, croaking and cawing and beating at the air on dark wings. Perhaps that will be enough to peel someone away from the group. (You, Asta. It's you, babe).
The spiders didn't work, so here come some gore crows to spook one of you!
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
