and all their words for glory, well they always sounded empty
There’s a hiss and a laugh that slips from him at her own quick back, a roll of his eyes followed by a roll of his shoulders as he loosens up again. “Can’t feel pain but I can hear my sensors being little dickheads about it.” He shrugs, trying to plant his feet better in the slick mess of pumpkin guts. It doesn’t seem to matter much in his attempts of not getting the goo on him anymore, especially when Wessex’s eyes laser and explode the pumpkin alongside them. It coats his side with more pumpkin guts and he notices that while most of the pumpkins start to run away, there’s two that still remain.
Idiots, he thinks as he pulls the daggers out again, launching the two of them in a quick succession to pelt into the taller of the gourds that head their way. And hopefully, with both of those gourds gone, the two of them would be left alone. One could only hope.
Idiots, he thinks as he pulls the daggers out again, launching the two of them in a quick succession to pelt into the taller of the gourds that head their way. And hopefully, with both of those gourds gone, the two of them would be left alone. One could only hope.
VARUS
