A swift stomp to the face would shut Key up for good.

[color=4BBB7D]"She said he,"[/color] Avenue said. He stomped again. The way her teeth broke was oddly hypnotic, caving in like so many little pebbles. Were the pebbles to be covered in blood and being eaten. Or like oysters being broken open to find the slimy treasures inside: and that wasn't at all an inappropriate way to describe Key's face. Slimy. Blood and Mucus mingled with the sweat. Nothing had pooled yet, but there was no way it wouldn't.

[i]Snap[/i]

[color=4BBB7D]"Oh that must- that must've been something,[/color]

That it was.

He had his suspicions, even after he had contacted Hope. She had never been... whatever that was... before. And now with Key declaring that 'he' had arrived, clearly contrasting Hope's femininity.

[i]Crunch[/i]

Her skull went, and Avenue nearly tripped. Almost gingerly, he lifts his foot out, and calls out [b][color=4BBB7D]"Medic. Patch her skull- her skull up and carry her to Steelbird. The rest of you. Follow me, stay cl- stay close."[/color][/b] He didn't know why he had decided to move, but he had. Maybe it had something to do with the Hope impersonator.

Regardless of reasoning, he marched. Like loyal dogs, his cult followed. Several medics carried Key's corpse on a small platform. They very well couldn't leave her behind, there were plans for her.