"Huff... Why did you have to run off? I know you're a nine-tail, but... Oh, h- Z-zarak?!"
Finnian's eyes widened at the sight of the warlock under control like this. After the initial shock, he found himself growling angrily.
Sylvia, on the other hand, looked just as cheerful as ever, if not moreso at the thought of imminent bloodshed.
"Welp, I'll have to say you guys are screwed big time. Your pet warlock's gone emo, so that means I get to kill ya without worry. Not like he'd have made a difference, though, I'm too awesome."
And now, the bloodshed began. Sylvia snapped her fingers, then uppercut hard at thin air. That's what the humans thought, before a stone copy of the nine-tail rose from the ground, uppercutting a human the same way the Kitsune did, sending him flying with a broken jaw.
Finnian, himself, had never willingly taken a life, his brother had done enough of that for both of them.
But seeing humans, the race he had once thought could be redeemed, and eventually forgiven, collaring an innocent man for his warlock blood, dooming him to a life arguably worse than slavery... It drove him over the edge, he didn't need Cyrus to kill these... monsters, for him.
Without pause, without thinking, he charged into the fray, attacking with the ferocity of a wild animal.
It was a bit frightening for Sylvia to see the usually passive seven-tail access his brother's mastery of earth, summon it's strength, and casually rip a man's arms off and beat him to death with them, then ripping off the legs for good measure. Worse still was how remarkably calm he was about it.
Before they knew it, only the human holding Zarak's collar was left, surrounded by blood and gore.
Finnian was the one to challenge him.
"Your pet has gone emo and killed himself, you're all alone, you have two powerful kitsunes ready to kill you without a second thought, and you're covered in the remains of your fellows because of said kitsunes. Now ask yourself, do you feel like joining them in death?"
The Kitsunes knew they had to be quick. While Zarak was still alive, it could be seconds before he bled out and died, if it wasn't too late already, even for the regrowth spell.
"You have five seconds to answer."
Finnian's eyes widened at the sight of the warlock under control like this. After the initial shock, he found himself growling angrily.
Sylvia, on the other hand, looked just as cheerful as ever, if not moreso at the thought of imminent bloodshed.
"Welp, I'll have to say you guys are screwed big time. Your pet warlock's gone emo, so that means I get to kill ya without worry. Not like he'd have made a difference, though, I'm too awesome."
And now, the bloodshed began. Sylvia snapped her fingers, then uppercut hard at thin air. That's what the humans thought, before a stone copy of the nine-tail rose from the ground, uppercutting a human the same way the Kitsune did, sending him flying with a broken jaw.
Finnian, himself, had never willingly taken a life, his brother had done enough of that for both of them.
But seeing humans, the race he had once thought could be redeemed, and eventually forgiven, collaring an innocent man for his warlock blood, dooming him to a life arguably worse than slavery... It drove him over the edge, he didn't need Cyrus to kill these... monsters, for him.
Without pause, without thinking, he charged into the fray, attacking with the ferocity of a wild animal.
It was a bit frightening for Sylvia to see the usually passive seven-tail access his brother's mastery of earth, summon it's strength, and casually rip a man's arms off and beat him to death with them, then ripping off the legs for good measure. Worse still was how remarkably calm he was about it.
Before they knew it, only the human holding Zarak's collar was left, surrounded by blood and gore.
Finnian was the one to challenge him.
"Your pet has gone emo and killed himself, you're all alone, you have two powerful kitsunes ready to kill you without a second thought, and you're covered in the remains of your fellows because of said kitsunes. Now ask yourself, do you feel like joining them in death?"
The Kitsunes knew they had to be quick. While Zarak was still alive, it could be seconds before he bled out and died, if it wasn't too late already, even for the regrowth spell.
"You have five seconds to answer."
You know, most people call me insane...
That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...
Why are you looking at me like that?
Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.
