[ By all logic, Wagner should be lumbering and slow - it seems all too wrong that it's moving as quickly and gracefully as it is, darting across the chapel now that Orthrus is out of the way.
Ah. That's the blood it scented. That pale, half dead man is the one who started all of this. It only seems right that Wagner should end it in turn.
Even down to one arm, its strength is enough. It reaches Hubert and its hand shoots out to grab the bottom of his face and twist. There's the pop of bones and muscles giving way, giving all the way until both parts come apart from each other, as easily as snipping a bloom from the stem of a flower.
Hubert's head thumps to the floor.
Just one left to be done with.
The expression of its face twists into something that could be a snarl or a satisfied smirk and the beast turns towards Orthrus. ]
cw: decapitation and general gory unpleasantness
Ah. That's the blood it scented. That pale, half dead man is the one who started all of this. It only seems right that Wagner should end it in turn.
Even down to one arm, its strength is enough. It reaches Hubert and its hand shoots out to grab the bottom of his face and twist. There's the pop of bones and muscles giving way, giving all the way until both parts come apart from each other, as easily as snipping a bloom from the stem of a flower.
Hubert's head thumps to the floor.
Just one left to be done with.
The expression of its face twists into something that could be a snarl or a satisfied smirk and the beast turns towards Orthrus. ]