"You have no idea how much I am resisting not to throw all the alchemy I have at those too..." Solus snorted, more than a tad annoyed. He didn't even know why he was annoyed, they could've done much worse. In fact, he was expecting much worse.
"And I was planning on crushing their eardrums when they made the move to attack us!" Solus slammed his fist on the concrete, more than a little disappointed he wasn't assaulted. He took a deep breath, and his hand started quivering. To anybody listening nearby, it seemed as if a deep sound was emanating from him. Almost like a subwoofer on that one annoying passing car. The concrete beneath Solus and Cionus started to crack, as the soundwaves pulsating through and around their legs began to vibrate harder and harder, shattering piece by piece. Solus wasn't ready to lose at this point. He looked to the side at the Asylums next to him, as he and Cionus rose out of the ruins around them. Cionus looked at them with a solemn look. In the dark lights of Sin City, only half her face was visible, her mouth. A smirk grew on it.
"Did you know... that if materials vibrate at a certain soundwave... they actually can liquify? Once they are, it is simply a matter of careful direction, and next thing you know, you can move the ground underneath you. And then who can stop you?" Cionus cackled lightly. With Solus with her, it is easy for her to give off the look of a young girl caught up in trouble. She was great at playing that part, a talented actress. Almost as if seeing a small child lose their family, and once she finished crying, just broke out laughing. A small snicker here and there. The voice suddenly rising to a good-hearted chuckle. Until finally, drowning out the sounds of her own screams with the laughter of insanity and pain, deafening all the moral values people have placed in themselves, in others, to the point where you want to stop your life-long goals. You want to stop trying to be the good guy. All you want to do is laugh a little. Even for a moment.
Cionus began to hum lightly, singing. It was the kind of sound that you can't think of anything else but it, just can't get it out of your head. It enchants you, to the point where you lose focus, as death envelops you. But not today. Cionus had no plans of killing people that could be useful to her some day. The cement around the two remaining Asylums melted, liquified, just as she said. But instead of sloshing away from them, it seemed to crawl up them more. Up to their necks, the cement kept on flowing. And finally it stopped.
Solus had already started to walk away.
"Give them room to breathe, in the chest. That's how many suffocations happen." Solus turned his head back once more, showing the slightest concern. Making him almost look good in comparison to what any observer saw.
"Well of course. I don't want you dead yet, do we?" Cionus stood up from her kneeled position. "Let's leave, before we get too far behind. I love this game too much for that."