[KQ] The Breaking Point

Lucas clever as the devil and twice as pretty Lucas fell down, and perhaps scraped his knee. It would have been even mildly inconvenient if he still possessed the ability to feel pain. As it was, he was more irritated at the indignity of it - for a giant fucking tortoise it didn't have whimper and complain its way into a slow death. "If you came out of there this would be over a lot faster," he half growled as he hauled himself back to his feet, green eyes narrowed up at the opening in the shell he had previously targeted. The cluster of orbs was reforming above him (having scattered at the tremor in the ground) and as they caused his shadows to elongate the Ascended commanded them once more to burrow deep into the dark and do his dirty work. Why fix something if it ain't broke, after all? Lucas rinses and repeats. (It's how his hair looks so great).