Pierce
He’s advancing, and for a moment he thinks it’s quite possible that he could pummel the fuck out of this guy. But, before he can get his punches thrown again, the demigod vanishes, appearing away on the beach. Hissing out a curse and a “yeah you better fuckin’ run!” after them, Pierce exhales a long and slow sigh.
Vox rematerializes and Pierce is already trailing after him, lingering in the tingle of static microwaves that dissipate from his brother. “Next time, brother, we’ll get ya a meat organ to play.” (Ha, get it?) He winks, not too badly hurt but taking the time to pluck the arrow from his body and snap it with ease, as well as the blade.
He drifts toward Thalassa, then, passing a glance to her blade. “You get anything good?” He asks as he pokes and prods at the wounds still weeping blood before he glances over at the sad frownie face that is Vox.
Vox rematerializes and Pierce is already trailing after him, lingering in the tingle of static microwaves that dissipate from his brother. “Next time, brother, we’ll get ya a meat organ to play.” (Ha, get it?) He winks, not too badly hurt but taking the time to pluck the arrow from his body and snap it with ease, as well as the blade.
He drifts toward Thalassa, then, passing a glance to her blade. “You get anything good?” He asks as he pokes and prods at the wounds still weeping blood before he glances over at the sad frownie face that is Vox.
