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Character of the Season
Frail in body but dangerously quick of mind, Nikandr is the sort of character who proves that curiosity can be just as perilous as any weapon. A necromancer, inventor, and problem-solver with more ambition than self-preservation, Niki approaches the world like a puzzle box begging to be opened, even when what’s inside has teeth. Blunt, dry-witted, fiercely independent, and carrying a history best left partially buried, he has a knack for making even failure feel fascinating. Whether he’s raising the dead, moving across Caido to King's End, or experiencing a hangover for the first time, Nikandr brings a wonderfully strange spark to Caido, and we can’t wait to see what trouble his brilliant mind wanders into next.
Congratulations, Niki!
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Y'know it's not exactly what Koa had in mind when he'd called for Ludo's aid. Sure the zombaby unhinges its jaw and releases his thigh, which is great.
But then it slides its horrific, skeletal little fingers into Koa's hand, and that? That is not as great.
Looking down at the reanimated tyke, Koa swallows hard. Guess it's time to shift priorities. He's a got a son to use as cannon fodder look after. Never in his wildest nightmares had parenthood looked like this.
"Keep the big guy off me?" It's half command, half inquiry; he's a little worried about what Ludo will do, if he gets the beastie killed. But at the same time there's still a battle to be fought, and with the priestess focused on another target and Boney Jr distracting their buddy Mr. Big Sword, maybe Koa can finally manage to do some damage to the Big Bad. Taking a step forward, he again tries to put himself in that sweet 15 foot cumshot range before swinging into the mist and air, his punch projected at the Villi herself.
Koa asks Zombaby to attack/distract the knight (as a bonus action?), then moves into range to PUNCH the villi!
Type: Grey | Style: Defensive | Level: Mastered
Starlit Bracers | Bracers that when activated extend the movement of the user's hand to 15ft total. Includes effects from items/weapons.
Type: Grey | Style: Other | Level: Upgraded
Taijitu Boxing Wraps | When landing an attack on an enemy (via an unarmed strike), may EITHER cause Upgraded Damage to the enemy, OR may give Upgraded Healing to the user.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered
Gravitine Band | A ring made out of dark starlight that inflicts gravity damage on a successful hit.
Type: Light | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Static Electricity | A ring that when worn adds lightning damage to whatever item is held in that hand (or to an unarmed strike).
Type: Grey | Style: Defensive | Level: Basic
Mothman Scale Shirt | A soft, lightweight shirt made from the scales of a slain mothman. Blocks Physical damage and downgrades incoming Upgraded dark magic to Basic level. Can be used 1x per thread.
Regional Score bonus: +1 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc. (You must post this at the bottom of any post where a +1 should be included)
Koa
// Maul the world like a carnival bear set free //
Suddenly a lot is happening, the villi is screeching in a way that pulls at the purple barbs in the ocean of her mind while the Ludo is appearing out of nowhere, and now the zombie child is holding hands with the man who's been punching the air since the start of the fight. It's all quite the whirlwind, and if Thal wasn't so focused on watching Asta's back, she might have had to deal with the strange twisting of emotions in her chest.
Instead, she pushes away all those weak habits down into the depths of her heart and does the only thing that matters to her right now - toeing the line of allegiance. Her wall of fire stands firm at Astaroth's back, still holding the others at bay while she tries not to be too obvious about her lack of participation in the fight. The only thing she cares about is getting him out of this while hoping that the villi might succeed in her task.
Surprise! Thalassa continues to do nothing but protect Astaroth with her wall of fire!
Scorch (Ancient): Can generate and manipulate flames within a 30ft radius, pulling heat from the environment or their own body.
Type: Dark | Rank: Mastered
The world is new to you, and you to it. During PQ/PQ+/KQs/Drops, you roll with advantage on luck-based rolls and receive an extra name during drops. (In order to use this, make sure to note the ability at the bottom of each post)
Regional Score bonus: +5 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc. (You must post this at the bottom of any post where a +5 should be included). Residents cannot be cursed at shrines in this region.
Jack feels the claws rake across his back and shoulder like a bite through good leather - pressure and the sensation that something expensive has just happened, but no pain. Even so, fuck you to that priestess in the most blasphemous way, the captain whirling and backing up a few paces with a silent snarl begging to tear past his teeth. Silent by experience rather than emotion or desire, the magic around him is already starting to redirect, because hey, maybe he can miss a different target this round.
Both not thinking about that (and also thinking about it very hard), the others remain pinpoints of thought and pain and flavour in the thick fog, as well as a few semi-recognisable shapes where they are close enough. The priestess, though; he'd be able to see the whites of her eyes if she fucking had any.
Unleashing a whiplash of air magic that attempts to slash directly though the undead cleric, Jack is already turning to see how things pan out with the Villi. (Cool guys don't look at explosions).
Jack redirects his aim towards the Revived Priestess and attacks her with Mastered Air!
Magic: Passive Telepathy | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Magic: Signal Boost | Increases the range of Passive Telepathy by 10ft
Type: Grey | Rank: Basic
Air manipulation (Abandoned/Hybrid): Can create and control the air. Must be within a 30ft radius.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
Mageglass Ring | A silver ring with an unrefined stone of mageglass. Will amplify the magical abilities (range and power) of Abandoned by one level. (Basic becomes upgraded, upgraded becomes mastered. Mastered range cannot be amplified, but mastered damage will add on +10 in KQs/PQ+s)
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
Mageglass Ring | A band of silver crafted to look like waves, with an unrefined stone of mageglass. Will amplify the magical abilities (range and power) of Abandoned by one level. (Basic becomes upgraded, upgraded becomes mastered. Mastered cannot be amplified, but mastered damage will add on +10 in KQs/PQ+s).
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
Mageglass Bracelet | A bracelet of leather and silver, decorated with a piece of polished mageglass. Will amplify the magical abilities (range and power) of Abandoned by one level. (Basic becomes upgraded, upgraded becomes mastered. Mastered cannot be amplified, but mastered damage will add on +10 in KQs/PQ+s)
Type: Dark | Style: Defensive | Level: Mastered
KingMaker Coat | A coat made from the elephant-portion of the mythical KingMaker. Type 3 armour, blocks physical damage. (2 POST COOLDOWN)
Type 3: Armour that is always active but has a cool down.
Blocks damage based on your character's magical-item stat with no penalties, however has a 1x per thread/3 post cool down/2 post cool down in terms of basic/upgraded/mastered. You must specify if it blocks physical or magical damage.
Regional Score bonus: +15 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc. (You must post this at the bottom of any post where a +15 should be included). Residents cannot be cursed at shrines in this region.
Across the field, Koa ’s punch lands. Guided by instinct and fury—and by a skeletal hand clinging loyally to his own—his gravity-fueled blow crashes into the Villi’s chest. There’s no body to impact, not truly, but the magic behind it matters. Her form folds around the blow, cracking like glass struck with a hammer. Purple veins of voidlight spiral outward from the point of impact, shattering her shape from within.
She shrieks again—but this one is different. There’s a rupture in it, a break. It tears through the night not like a song, but a scream being dragged out of a throat long rotted to dust. With a hiss like steam rising from a grave, the Spectral Villi lashes out, clawing across Koa ’s chest with fingers that leave no wound, only cold. Void-burn. The kind that aches in the marrow and seeps behind the eyes. The mark blossoms across his ribs like a brand he cannot touch. She is almost gone, but her touch lingers.
Jack ’s magic slices through the mist like a scythe through tall grass, and it connects. The priestess recoils, ethereal form flickering as air magic tears across her midsection, robes fluttering like a banner left too long in a battlefield wind. The Knight and Priestess close in, but their strikes fall short. The Knight, sluggish and half-slagged from fire and fury, stumbles in his swing. His sword misses Jack by a whisper, biting only stone. The Priestess, tattered and burning, lunges again with a whisper of faith twisted into malice. Her claws swipe at Jack’s coat—but this time they scrape only air and smoke.
As for Thalassa and Astaroth ? Fire is keeping them from the worst of it.
Behind them all, the barrows fall silent. Whatever force stirred within them has gone still, as if holding its breath. The Villi flickers. Dimmer. Torn. Then she opens her mouth.
And she sings.
It is not a song of rage or mourning now, but of pure command—a last, desperate aria pulled from beyond the veil. Her voice rattles the bones in the ground, threads through the roots of the Barrows like a curse unfurling, and the world begins to tremble beneath it. All around the field, soil shifts. Barrows creak. Fingers breach the earth. Hundreds of graves answer her call.
She may fall, but she will not fall alone.
You have 24 hours to reply. Your randomly assigned posting order is: Maea: 279/279 Astaroth: 144.5/200 Koa: 132/272 Thalassa: 189/189 Jack: 300/300 *armour on cool down
Remember to include a summary at the bottom of your post with all action taken. If weapons/upgrades/abilities/items/shifts/etc are used, please include their desc. from your profile at the bottom of your post as well.
REMEMBER: KQs are rewarding but dangerous. They may cause death and/or permanent changes to your characters.
Spectral Villis (Uncommon/Mythical): These spirits, once seeking vengeance, have become void-infused spectres. Their wails echo with the void's malevolence, and they manifest in shadows to terrorize the living. Those touched by a Spectral Villi are left with a void mark, a curse that attracts further void corruption.
Sing to me, I am not doing well Getting tired of my own words
Cool water brought sweet relief as it wiped pain and dread from her body and soul. With a faint aftertaste of earth lingering on her tongue, as though it had been drawn from the roots of mountains, Maea rallied and rushed back into the battle. Dreadful scenes of fire and skeletal figures registered briefly on the way, but her focus was on the instigator, who would not be long for this world if she had any say in the matter.
The Villi's scream had every hair on her body standing up in dread. As the ground shook beneath her feet and more barrows threatened to open in answer to the dreadful summon, the pale Ancient drew on every spark of fire she possessed and hurled it all at the specter. And held it, maintaining a blazing inferno for as long as she could, needing that awful song to cease.
Maea moves back into range and uses Scorch on the Spectral Villi, hoping to take her out.
Scorch (Ancient): Can generate and manipulate flames within a 30ft radius, pulling heat from the environment or their own body.
Type: Dark | Rank: Mastered
Type: Grey | Style: Defensive | Level: Upgraded
Valair Armour | A beautiful black dress lined with crimson, stronger by far than it appears. This item blocks physical damage. Requires a 3 post cooldown between uses.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself through the loudness of my own hurts
oh wouldn't that be lovely? you would torture me whisper me the reasons that you hated me
Gritting his teeth as he hears the shifting change of the Spectral Villi, the butcher hisses out a sound as he continues to feel the ache of the press of the priestess’ hands. He presses a little bit closer to Thal as he regains some semblance of where everything is, and after a moment of witnessing Jack’s attack hit the priestess, he aims his fire away from the scene toward the Villi once more.
The butcher’s fire grows again, his control mastered but the edges warble with the undertones of ferocity that sing in his blood. Aiming for the main big bad, the butcher’s fire flares out, focusing the full blast at her, as if it were a warning for whatever the Villi tried to raise after - and perhaps a bit selfishness for the lingering ache deep in his bones, thanks to the Priestess.
Asta focuses his fire on the Villi again!
Scorch (Ancient): Can generate and manipulate flames within a 30ft radius, pulling heat from the environment or their own body.
Type: Dark | Rank: Mastered
Citizenship Ability:
The world is new to you, and you to it. During PQ/PQ+/KQs/Drops, you roll with advantage on luck-based rolls and receive an extra name during drops. (In order to use this, make sure to note the ability at the bottom of each post)
Regional Score bonus: +5 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc. (You must post this at the bottom of any post where a +5 should be included). Residents cannot be cursed at shrines in this region.
Any satisfaction Koa felt for having hit the Villi (and don't be mistaken, he felt very satisfied) is literally shoved out of him by the counterattack, the frigid burn stealing the breath out of Koa's lungs. It takes all he has not to double over in agony as tears spring to his eyes; he coughs, choking, trying to keep some level of composure because fucking Frey's taint, that hurt. Dimly he's aware of the skeletal fingers still in his, and he turns to blink down at the zombaby. "You okay, little guy?" Koa asks - only to give himself a mental kick because the number one rule of fighting with an unexpected skelebro companion is don't get emotionally attached to the unexpected skelebro companion.
Which he's not. Because that would be weird.
Anyway. Gritting his teeth, Koa lifts his head back high enough to clock where the villi still sings along merrily. Once again he pulls his arm back, ready to punch something in the face. The villi, if his companions haven't gotten to it; otherwise he's happy to go for Mr Big Sword instead. Either way, he focuses his will and intention into the healing aspect of his wraps. He can do enough damage with his rings, he figures, and he'll be of no use to anyone if he's halfway dead.
Koa tries to punch the Villi again if she hasn't already been killed. If she has, he will aim for the Spectral Knight.
He is using the HEALING aspect of his wraps, but rings remain active
Type: Grey | Style: Defensive | Level: Mastered
Starlit Bracers | Bracers that when activated extend the movement of the user's hand to 15ft total. Includes effects from items/weapons.
Type: Grey | Style: Other | Level: Upgraded
Taijitu Boxing Wraps | When landing an attack on an enemy (via an unarmed strike), may EITHER cause Upgraded Damage to the enemy, OR may give Upgraded Healing to the user.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered
Gravitine Band | A ring made out of dark starlight that inflicts gravity damage on a successful hit.
Type: Light | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Static Electricity | A ring that when worn adds lightning damage to whatever item is held in that hand (or to an unarmed strike).
Type: Grey | Style: Defensive | Level: Basic
Mothman Scale Shirt | A soft, lightweight shirt made from the scales of a slain mothman. Blocks Physical damage and downgrades incoming Upgraded dark magic to Basic level. Can be used 1x per thread.
Regional Score bonus: +1 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc. (You must post this at the bottom of any post where a +1 should be included)
Koa
// Maul the world like a carnival bear set free //
The shift in singing seems to grab at something in her chest. It's not a 'command' for Thal, but almost like a plea, something that begs her to help against the onslaught of attacks that whittle down the villi. She grits her teeth at the sound, holding her fire for a second as she resists the urge to stand against the others, to assist in whatever objective the specter is trying to achieve.
The physical reminder of Asta at her back pulls her mind back to him, to protecting her friend in the midst of so many enemies(?). Thal squeezes her eyes shut as the sound continues, resonating with the song she'd been humming earlier, the one that twists with purple tones and sharp teeth. It beckons and pulls and tugs at her to act while she tries desperately to think of her only purpose.
Feeling like she's being torn in two, Thal releases the hold on her magic as if she's finally at a burnout, but as her arms fall, the fire spreads in all directions, somehow weakening as it approaches the villi. Surprised herself, she holds her breath, looking to see what the outcome may be.
Thalassa accidently lets out a weak wave of fire in all directions. (And if it misses the villi... oops >.>)
Scorch (Ancient): Can generate and manipulate flames within a 30ft radius, pulling heat from the environment or their own body.
Type: Dark | Rank: Mastered
The world is new to you, and you to it. During PQ/PQ+/KQs/Drops, you roll with advantage on luck-based rolls and receive an extra name during drops. (In order to use this, make sure to note the ability at the bottom of each post)
Regional Score bonus: +5 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc. (You must post this at the bottom of any post where a +5 should be included). Residents cannot be cursed at shrines in this region.
Jack's satisfaction at being able to carve his way into the undead priestess is such that everything else takes a backseat for a second. The others - their positions, what they're doing, whether they've gotten hurt - it all fades into the back of his mind like the whine of an insect, secondary to the rush of magic in his veins and the breath he feels he can finally let out, dragging the tension from his shoulders.
Then, of course, the world comes roaring back in. Maea, @asta and Koa are already zoning in on the villi and/or the knight, and so that leaves the captain just where he wants to be. Whirling back to the priestess, whether or not she automatically falls if the spectre's song ends is irrelevant to Jack. A gale roars around him, one he unleashes on her without a shred of mercy.
Jack pats himself on the back and goes after the Revived Priestess again with Mastered Air!
Magic: Passive Telepathy | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Magic: Signal Boost | Increases the range of Passive Telepathy by 10ft
Type: Grey | Rank: Basic
Air manipulation (Abandoned/Hybrid): Can create and control the air. Must be within a 30ft radius.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
Mageglass Ring | A silver ring with an unrefined stone of mageglass. Will amplify the magical abilities (range and power) of Abandoned by one level. (Basic becomes upgraded, upgraded becomes mastered. Mastered range cannot be amplified, but mastered damage will add on +10 in KQs/PQ+s)
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
Mageglass Ring | A band of silver crafted to look like waves, with an unrefined stone of mageglass. Will amplify the magical abilities (range and power) of Abandoned by one level. (Basic becomes upgraded, upgraded becomes mastered. Mastered cannot be amplified, but mastered damage will add on +10 in KQs/PQ+s).
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
Mageglass Bracelet | A bracelet of leather and silver, decorated with a piece of polished mageglass. Will amplify the magical abilities (range and power) of Abandoned by one level. (Basic becomes upgraded, upgraded becomes mastered. Mastered cannot be amplified, but mastered damage will add on +10 in KQs/PQ+s)
Type: Dark | Style: Defensive | Level: Mastered
KingMaker Coat | A coat made from the elephant-portion of the mythical KingMaker. Type 3 armour, blocks physical damage. (1 POST COOLDOWN)
Type 3: Armour that is always active but has a cool down.
Blocks damage based on your character's magical-item stat with no penalties, however has a 1x per thread/3 post cool down/2 post cool down in terms of basic/upgraded/mastered. You must specify if it blocks physical or magical damage.
Regional Score bonus: +15 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc. (You must post this at the bottom of any post where a +15 should be included). Residents cannot be cursed at shrines in this region.
Ragged, burned, her veil in scorched tatters, she floats barely a foot above the cracked earth. Her song is no longer a melody but a fraying chant, stitched together by force of will and desperation. Her hands rise once more, voice splitting into echoes that pour into the graves around them.
And the barrows answer.
The trembling ground becomes a pulse. A rhythm. A heartbeat felt in the soles of their feet as dozens of iron doors groan open in unison. Soil crumbles. Hands claw skyward. Skulls peek from the earth, sockets full of nothing, yet somehow staring.
Cloaked in firelight and fury, she storms back into range with a snarl on her lips and the scars of the void still stinging fresh across her chest. Her glaive glows red in the haze, trailing smoke as she spins it into the air—only to channel everything she has left into one final inferno.
It is not a spell. It is judgment.
The fire explodes outward like a sun born in the mist, heat blistering against stone, veil, and void. It sears directly into the Villi, cleaving through spectral flesh like a comet through silk. For a moment, the world is white-hot—and then—
The Villi’s voice chokes.
She reaches toward Maea with a hand that’s already ash, her mouth forming words no one can hear. Her body folds inward, light shattering like glass in every direction, and with one last note—haunting, hollow, and unfinished—she is gone.
And so is her spell.
All at once, the earth stills.
The trembling ceases.
Barrows halt, half-open. Bones go slack in the soil. The knight collapses like a puppet with its strings cut, its sword clanging to the stone. The priestess, caught mid-reach toward Jack, simply slumps to the ground in a rustle of burned cloth. And the boy—skeletal hand still wrapped in Koa ’s—sighs without breath and crumples like paper, boneless and at peace.
Only silence remains.
Only—
A rush of fire, unshaped and instinctual, fans out in a final burst from Thalassa ’s hands. It blasts toward the scene with reckless promise—but by some twist of fate (or mercy), it hits only Maea and Asta, whose bodies do not burn, whose skin knows the flame like a friend.
And still: in the mist, in the night, amid the scorched ground and broken dead—King’s End holds, and the Villi sings no more.
Maea has used her Be the Hero pass!
Congrats on killing the Spectral Villi! The KQ is over. You may write a closing post if you wish, otherwise the thread will be closed in 24hrs.
Spectral Villis: 32.75/431 * Killed by Maea for levelling purposes
Revived Knight: 90.5/225
Revived Priestess: 112.5/225
Revived Friendly Child: 82.5/125
Spectral Villis (Uncommon/Mythical): These spirits, once seeking vengeance, have become void-infused spectres. Their wails echo with the void's malevolence, and they manifest in shadows to terrorize the living. Those touched by a Spectral Villi are left with a void mark, a curse that attracts further void corruption.
You may also loot the Spectral Villis for:
Spectral Villis Lace| The lacy cloak of a Spectral Villis which can be created into armour by a god. The cloak provides mastered-level protection against attacks but makes the wearer attack whoever is closest to them while wearing it.
Sing to me, I am not doing well Getting tired of my own words
All went quiet. As her fire died out and the Villi scattered like ashes in the wind, Maea inhaled slowly and let out a wordless sigh of relief. It was hard to take in the enormity of what had just happened. Still reeling, she barely registered the last lick of fire from someone further away or how it singed the hem of her coat. Slowly approaching what remained of the specter, a cautious prod of a pile of rags had a lacy piece of cloth clinging to her glaive.
Examining it dubiously, she eventually shrugged and pocketed the fabric, before turning around to see who she'd been fighting with. Koa was indeed there, and Jack, and apparently so was Asta and Thalassa both... Taking a deep breath she spared them nothing more than a polite nod before turning towards the others.
"Does anyone need healing?" she asked, willing to assist so that all could leave the area in one piece. If that was the case she would linger a while longer; though by the time dawn brightened the horizon, she planned to be far, far away from the Burrows.
Maea loots a piece of Spectral Villis Lace, and offers to heal anyone who needs it.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself through the loudness of my own hurts
oh wouldn't that be lovely? you would torture me whisper me the reasons that you hated me
It’s a taught breath, one that swells and exhales as if it were a bubble exploding. The bones fall, the Villi is quiet, the air around shifts into nothingness, an eerie emptiness that suddenly begins to take over despite the latent burst of flame from Thalassa. It shoots toward him, carving through the legs of his pants, leaving his skin perfectly fine underneath and the pants looking ragged and dreadful.
Using his fire to snuff out any lingering smoldering from the cotton, the butcher’s clothes smoke as Maea’s words paint the air, as she’s cast a precursory glance before his attention flits to Thal, reaching out to press his hand on her shoulder, dark eyes flitting to her briefly to look her over. “Are you okay?” He asks quietly, a dark brow lifting.
He parts from her briefly, unless she comes with him, to use the blade he’d had before to carve a portion of the cloak away from the void tinged villi, pocketing it. Fully intending to lick his wounds elsewhere, the butcher pauses to see if Thalassa would be snagging some for herself and would depart with him.
Asta snags some of the Spectral Villis Lace for himself as well!
That final lash of air magic may or may not have ended the priestess's unlife; Jack will never know. As the song abruptly ceases and the terrible quivering of the barrows all around grows still, she tumbles forward and to the ground like so much useless dust and bone. Pulling a face and taking a half step back so as not to inhale any of it, the ghoulish light from a flare of fire behind him has him glancing over his shoulder.
Some are looting the villi, but for Jack's part, he's got no interest in a bit of lace. Or in sticking around where someone is so obviously infected. And so, popping the collar of his kingmaker coat, he turns to continue in the direction he'd been going to begin with. "Nope," he says of Maea's offer to heal. Other than a few scuffs and tears in his coat, the captain is in good working order.
Hopefully he stays that way getting back to Torchline.
She releases her breath as no true damage comes from her magic, pushing down the slight ache in her chest - the feeling that things hadn't gone how she'd wanted. Asta is safe, that's all that matters, and she continues to remind herself of that as she looks to the crumpled, desiccated bodies scattered about the fog. The tension in her muscles fails to release regardless.
Pointedly ignoring Maea's question - and also because she surprisingly has nothing to heal - Thal turns instead to the gentle hand on her shoulder. Her eyes shift up to meet Asta's, scanning his injuries along the way, the soft simmer of anger still there. It bites her words, still disbelieving at their audacity to wound her friend. "Yeah. I think you got the brunt of it." Along with her own careless display.
She follows the Butcher as he approaches the lifeless form of the villi, crouching with him to take her own section of lace. Her fingers are surprisingly delicate, almost mournful, as she slices through the fabric. When she rises again, Thal casually tucks the piece into her pocket, nodding her head to Asta. "Let's get out of here."
