Haha, WELL, that staff is super ashes now. But it was a good try, Beau. A for effort. There’s not much in the alley, nothing that could be used as a staff anyway. But there are some lose pieces of stone and brick from the abandoned and crumbling architecture on this side of town.
The knife in the clone’s head isn’t buried quite up to the hilt, with about an inch and a half of the blade still visible. Beau successfully drives it in further, causing the clone to start seizing. The flames it controls jump wildly in response. With some effort, she’s able to pull the knife back out. The seizing clone falls to the ground and goes still, bleeding mirror-silver blood profusely from the head wound.
Yukio’s clone smiles unsettlingly, a monstrous grin that doesn’t belong anywhere near Rin’s face, wide eyed, manic. It’s mirrored eyes reflect Yukio’s panic. The knee connects, knocking the wind out of the clone and sending it reeling back. Luck doesn’t hold out for the clone this time, and the blade sinks into its chest with a sharp, wet sound. The clone suddenly finds itself unable to breathe and begins to panic.
The arrow’d clone finally manages to pull the arrow free, throwing it aside. The iron poisoning makes its movements stiff and ragged, but it begins making its way, uncoordinated, toward Yukio.
GROSS IS GOOD
The knife in the clone’s head isn’t buried quite up to the hilt, with about an inch and a half of the blade still visible. Beau successfully drives it in further, causing the clone to start seizing. The flames it controls jump wildly in response. With some effort, she’s able to pull the knife back out. The seizing clone falls to the ground and goes still, bleeding mirror-silver blood profusely from the head wound.
Yukio’s clone smiles unsettlingly, a monstrous grin that doesn’t belong anywhere near Rin’s face, wide eyed, manic. It’s mirrored eyes reflect Yukio’s panic. The knee connects, knocking the wind out of the clone and sending it reeling back. Luck doesn’t hold out for the clone this time, and the blade sinks into its chest with a sharp, wet sound. The clone suddenly finds itself unable to breathe and begins to panic.
The arrow’d clone finally manages to pull the arrow free, throwing it aside. The iron poisoning makes its movements stiff and ragged, but it begins making its way, uncoordinated, toward Yukio.