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He could stop magic? And had no face?

A greater mind would be broken by such revelations. Confounded by the maddening swirl of color that replaced the flesh once beneath the mask. Repulsed on a genetic level by the sin upon nature that bloomed before them.

But to Atzi, it didn’t change anything. Whatever she saw was vaguely interesting, but not worth dwelling upon, especially when that hollow void transformed into a mass of very tangible, very understandable tentacles. She sprung back, swinging with the edge of her club as the tentacles rushed towards her, but the sharpened arrowteeth only managed to nick it. It was as if she had struck steel. Steel that was nevertheless as flexible, as girthy as the limb of a beast! It sunk immediately into the skulls of cultists who laid defeated, one last tentacle chasing after Vammy and her quarry. Such terrible speed! And when her leg was like this too!

The woman pursed her lips.

Talien would have been able to escape during this. He could find Maira. Could even lead Vammy to her. And Vammy was a demon. Her nature gave her abilities far beyond a human like Atzi, even if the tentacle-faced freak could take away her magic. So, in accordance to the laws of the wild, in accordance to her own principals and desires, in accordance to her current capabilities as someone who had ate well and enjoyed more than her fair share of happiness in Dawn…

[b]“Run! I’ll hold it off!”[/b]

And in one smooth motion, Atzi tore the spear out of an arrow-studded corpse, pulled her arm back, forced her blood to flood, and threw it as hard as she could towards the maskless monstrosity’s chest. It would fly straight. It was what spears did. And if it could kill this distracted dumbass who was too busy tying off loose ends to do anything like take shelter, even better.

But if it didn’t?

She drew her knife in her free hand, stoked the memories that served as her fuel, and breathed in deep.

Blood seeped into everything, growing sticky, then cold.

Someone had to warn the village of this. That someone didn’t need to be her.