[Geist] - Freaky Frigga's Day
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"You will tell Gezo that he will deal with us or suffer the consequences," Senjan said, pulling the fetter a little tighter so that the links dug into the woman's throat. Itohan made a desperate effort to claws the chain loose; impressive, given that both of her arms were broken, but still futile.
Holding the chain one-handed, Senjan bent down and grasped one of the broken arms, twisting until the bones parted altogether and the splintered ends tore through flesh and skin.
Mortals. So fragile.
"Do you understand?" Senjan asked.
Gezo's woman croaked a reply, managed a fraction of a nod.
"Good." Wrenching on the chain he slammed her face into the plate glass window of a hi-fi shop. The glass barely shivered; the face shattered and the shop's alarm wailed.
Senjan loosed the chain and let the woman fall amid the bodies of the cleaver men. It hadn't been an easy fight, but one death answered a lot of pain and breaking them had been so satisfying. More would come, but with war joined the other Vikings would be at his side.
Sirens blared, still some way off. Senjan took a quick glance in the window before drawing the Stillness around him. Hair combed tight against his skull, beard neatly trimmed, and the second face pressing through his features; one half mocking, the other bleached bone.
Lily would have recovered consciousness by now, but that was no threat. She would only go to Strife for advice and Strife... Strife would do as she was told.
Senjan turned and stalked into the night, and Hel followed with him.
Holding the chain one-handed, Senjan bent down and grasped one of the broken arms, twisting until the bones parted altogether and the splintered ends tore through flesh and skin.
Mortals. So fragile.
"Do you understand?" Senjan asked.
Gezo's woman croaked a reply, managed a fraction of a nod.
"Good." Wrenching on the chain he slammed her face into the plate glass window of a hi-fi shop. The glass barely shivered; the face shattered and the shop's alarm wailed.
Senjan loosed the chain and let the woman fall amid the bodies of the cleaver men. It hadn't been an easy fight, but one death answered a lot of pain and breaking them had been so satisfying. More would come, but with war joined the other Vikings would be at his side.
Sirens blared, still some way off. Senjan took a quick glance in the window before drawing the Stillness around him. Hair combed tight against his skull, beard neatly trimmed, and the second face pressing through his features; one half mocking, the other bleached bone.
Lily would have recovered consciousness by now, but that was no threat. She would only go to Strife for advice and Strife... Strife would do as she was told.
Senjan turned and stalked into the night, and Hel followed with him.