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N3v3rM0r3Upon correctly interpreting the madman's expressions and body language and laugh, The Infamous' normally jovial and arrogant demeanor soured and slouched. Even as Maximilian spoke the words that would take his few cherished abilities, the mortal could not move to stop him. It wasn't even that he was being restrained by some unseen force; he simply...did not have the will to try. For the first time in years, the Irishman was afraid.
His knees wobbled as he felt the power start to drain from him. It felt as though starvation was slowly creeping into his gut, into his heart. The craving for powers only grew though. When it was too late to do anything about it, The Infamous tried to teleport out, but that power was gone; he then attempted to phase through a tree to get away, but his phasing ability was the last to go. As he ran, half out of phase, his leg got caught in the tree, and agonizing pain racked his body, beginning with his trapped foot.
Samyazaii too was affected, since her fate was linked to his. Though her natural angel's talents were not stripped from her, she could not use them to help the man once known as The Infamous. All she could do was speak to him, which no one else would be able to hear.
The former warlord twisted around awkwardly as his foot was caught in the tree behind him, and glowered at Maximilian; in an otherworldly growl, he snarled, "You will pay for this!" His thick accent was suddenly not so thick anymore. Like most things about The Infamous, his Irishness had been exaggerated slightly.
However, he barely got the words out by the time Max cast him out of the cave and into a swamp not too far from the tavern...naked.
Gators and other carnivorous animals caught wind of their next meal and slowly began meandering his way.
"D'ren! D'ren! If you die, I go back to the Abyss!"
"I know that, Samy!" D'ren shouted obtusely, swinging his hands around at where he thought the hushed voice was coming from. "The bugger took me kit!"
"D'ren, get your fucking shit together and get outta the damn swamp before you get us eaten!"
D'ren struggled to pull himself from the mud. When he finally reached solid land, the gators and other beasts gave up. They weren't that hungry. D'ren rolled over onto his back, covered head to toe in mud. In his mind, he saw Samy there beside him, covered in both mud and blood.
"I'm gonna kill him," D'ren said.
Samy replied, "He'll see you coming a mile away. We need to find help. And powers."
D'ren fought to sit up, swiping huge helpings of mud from his torso. "No. I don't need powers or people to do anything!"
Samyazaii's translucent black wings spasmed behind her as she sat up as well. She rolled her yellow eyes and shook her head. "I'm sure if Maximilian knew you were already insane, he wouldn't have bothered..."
His knees wobbled as he felt the power start to drain from him. It felt as though starvation was slowly creeping into his gut, into his heart. The craving for powers only grew though. When it was too late to do anything about it, The Infamous tried to teleport out, but that power was gone; he then attempted to phase through a tree to get away, but his phasing ability was the last to go. As he ran, half out of phase, his leg got caught in the tree, and agonizing pain racked his body, beginning with his trapped foot.
Samyazaii too was affected, since her fate was linked to his. Though her natural angel's talents were not stripped from her, she could not use them to help the man once known as The Infamous. All she could do was speak to him, which no one else would be able to hear.
The former warlord twisted around awkwardly as his foot was caught in the tree behind him, and glowered at Maximilian; in an otherworldly growl, he snarled, "You will pay for this!" His thick accent was suddenly not so thick anymore. Like most things about The Infamous, his Irishness had been exaggerated slightly.
However, he barely got the words out by the time Max cast him out of the cave and into a swamp not too far from the tavern...naked.
Gators and other carnivorous animals caught wind of their next meal and slowly began meandering his way.
"D'ren! D'ren! If you die, I go back to the Abyss!"
"I know that, Samy!" D'ren shouted obtusely, swinging his hands around at where he thought the hushed voice was coming from. "The bugger took me kit!"
"D'ren, get your fucking shit together and get outta the damn swamp before you get us eaten!"
D'ren struggled to pull himself from the mud. When he finally reached solid land, the gators and other beasts gave up. They weren't that hungry. D'ren rolled over onto his back, covered head to toe in mud. In his mind, he saw Samy there beside him, covered in both mud and blood.
"I'm gonna kill him," D'ren said.
Samy replied, "He'll see you coming a mile away. We need to find help. And powers."
D'ren fought to sit up, swiping huge helpings of mud from his torso. "No. I don't need powers or people to do anything!"
Samyazaii's translucent black wings spasmed behind her as she sat up as well. She rolled her yellow eyes and shook her head. "I'm sure if Maximilian knew you were already insane, he wouldn't have bothered..."
