maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
"Ronin.." Remi called, or would seem to, in a broken voice. Should the luxere turn, he'd see the Alchemist on his knees, impaled with a spear of ice. Blood hadn't yet seeped through, and for a second, it just looked like Remi had grown a spike and was merely holding Aoife strangely close.
That is when the lion would lunge. It wouldn't affect him physically of course, its claws drawing no blood. But oh how it would chill his bones and send rivers of fear coursing through him.
Aoife wasn't moving. Remi's white shirt suddenly bloomed with rings of red. Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, and though he seemed to be saying something, no sound could be heard above the fray. More frantic now, Remi clutched at the girl whose pretty yellow party dress was now similarly stained crimson.
"Ronin..." Another Remi appeared, bloody and broken. A hole in his chest, tear-streaks down a face covered in mud. He sank to his knees with hands tipped with claws, clawing out his own throat with Aoife's name on his lips.
That is when the lion would lunge. It wouldn't affect him physically of course, its claws drawing no blood. But oh how it would chill his bones and send rivers of fear coursing through him.
Aoife wasn't moving. Remi's white shirt suddenly bloomed with rings of red. Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, and though he seemed to be saying something, no sound could be heard above the fray. More frantic now, Remi clutched at the girl whose pretty yellow party dress was now similarly stained crimson.
"Ronin..." Another Remi appeared, bloody and broken. A hole in his chest, tear-streaks down a face covered in mud. He sank to his knees with hands tipped with claws, clawing out his own throat with Aoife's name on his lips.
THE ALCHEMIST
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
