Tar
Henry momentarily started flatly at Noel, from an awkward position he soon had to give up on. That really wasn't the most subtle of advices. He decided to ignore her... questionable phrasing of the obvious for now, and turned back to the one leading them out.
"Yeah, I'm sure it's all veeeery hush hush," he said, inflating his voice with exaggeration.
Shendu
Shendu's form rumbled deeply, flesh gurgling as it regrew and his torso became whole again. His thoughts slowed down for a moment as the pain finally faded, and he took a sluggish step back, looking from his thrown enemy to his still extended arm. Swift. He had not meant to, but had some of the speed of the Rabbit passed through the limb in his righteous rage? He had not thought to use it like that before, and probably would have never barring something like this.
He had never needed a trick like this. Or at least, that is what he told himself as he raised his eyes... past the scenery filled the gashes like the handiwork of a giant shredder, and past where the wretched child had fallen from his blow, to the place her weapon had fallen.
The demon sorceror ignored the man's meaningless prattle and stomped his way towards the wicked blade. Crouching, he picked it up, so small that it was for him. But he confirmed the moment he held it, oh yes, it was a twisted, evil sword. For some reason, it felt strangely heavy on his fingers, even if it weighed nothing.
This little satisfaction gave Shendu new breath, but could not cure the anger still boiling in his innards, turning that breath into poison. Just because of a little victory, he would leave it be? No, no, never, he thought as he turned back to the man and that brat who had delivered so much pain to him.
The air distorted with extreme heat around his free hand, gathering the power of Combustion, and Shendu began to aim at what remained of his opposition, to reduce them to nothing but ash in the wind.
