I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The hellhound’s ears twitched back and forth as he continued to romp around, stomping upon the mud and listening to it squelch beneath his paws. Iskra’s voice carried over the amusement though, and his head went upwards, attention upon the matter at hand.
Heaving a sigh, he shifted back, watching as Marcus aimed to shove back against the mud. Iskra ’s ax made him snort as he approached. “I do not think we need a sharp weapon for this,” he indulged with amusement, not that he doubted the Abandoned's capabilities, but mostly because it seemed like asking for the younger Olson’s leg to be mauled.
Then he unfurled a precise, angled amount of forceful water upon the memory mud. It squealed as it went airborne, then landed nearby, before dissipating entirely. “There. We can finish up this area and we should be done for the day.” There were a few spots of the muck and grime left, and unless they all got surrounded by the stuff again, they should be able to wrap things up efficiently and quickly.
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Marcus has been freed from his memory mud prison. Finish off the rest of the mud!
Heaving a sigh, he shifted back, watching as Marcus aimed to shove back against the mud. Iskra ’s ax made him snort as he approached. “I do not think we need a sharp weapon for this,” he indulged with amusement, not that he doubted the Abandoned's capabilities, but mostly because it seemed like asking for the younger Olson’s leg to be mauled.
Then he unfurled a precise, angled amount of forceful water upon the memory mud. It squealed as it went airborne, then landed nearby, before dissipating entirely. “There. We can finish up this area and we should be done for the day.” There were a few spots of the muck and grime left, and unless they all got surrounded by the stuff again, they should be able to wrap things up efficiently and quickly.
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Marcus has been freed from his memory mud prison. Finish off the rest of the mud!
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