He doesn't have any tricks up his sleeve. He's trapped here. So when Rita lunges forward with her icy sword, it goes straight through his chest.
The fire inside of him gnaws at the ice, fighting to melt it away, but sting of it is more than enough. He grunts in pain, with nowhere to go to escape it, the blades resting in his chest as he squirms. He looks up at her with half-lidded eyes, from his kneeling position on the ground. Even like this, he's almost as tall as her.
He exhales into the water a few times, before his grunting turns into a hoarse kind of laugh. He can't help it. He's really never imagined getting stabbed by one of his own changelings, but here they are.
"They grow up so fast," he says, compulsively chuckling.
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The fire inside of him gnaws at the ice, fighting to melt it away, but sting of it is more than enough. He grunts in pain, with nowhere to go to escape it, the blades resting in his chest as he squirms. He looks up at her with half-lidded eyes, from his kneeling position on the ground. Even like this, he's almost as tall as her.
He exhales into the water a few times, before his grunting turns into a hoarse kind of laugh. He can't help it. He's really never imagined getting stabbed by one of his own changelings, but here they are.
"They grow up so fast," he says, compulsively chuckling.