[ He'd lost Elmott in the crowd, which sounds like it's dying as it screams at the monstrosity in the middle of the amphitheatre, eyes all galaxies and wings all heavenly majesty. But he isn't safe. Divine punishment never promises no pain. Nameless faces contort as they fight the beastly, beautiful appendages crawling under the skin of their backs, bursting forth when they cry with maddening agony. Yan Qing rushes toward the nearest victim before they spill someone's blood on the floor and kicks them down. It's not his fight. He's not that sort of hero. Yet when he sees Elmott—
his master's back, doors closing in, arrows cutting through the wind
His legs move before he can think.
corpses, tears, blood not his ]
Get outta here, El! Go!
[ Yan Qing barks out the order and he's on the battlefield again, outnumbered and outplanned in a battle he didn't choose. Or perhaps it was always a battle he had to fight. The odds are against them now, but there's no point in stopping himself from doing something he'll regret. This time, losing won't be an option.
Halfway, he slows down, limbs and back a sudden weight he has to carry as he crawls toward Elmott and the exit, before the feathers start to manifest... ]
jan 2020 event because I'm too lazy to make this a proper log
his master's back, doors closing in, arrows cutting through the wind
His legs move before he can think.
corpses, tears, blood not his ]
Get outta here, El! Go!
[ Yan Qing barks out the order and he's on the battlefield again, outnumbered and outplanned in a battle he didn't choose. Or perhaps it was always a battle he had to fight. The odds are against them now, but there's no point in stopping himself from doing something he'll regret. This time, losing won't be an option.
Halfway, he slows down, limbs and back a sudden weight he has to carry as he crawls toward Elmott and the exit, before the feathers start to manifest... ]