The Fists of Asmodeus with their great hammers charge; the two of them die in the same round, just far enough apart for Xenia to feel their empathic link splinter.
And then she's somewhere else.
The Fists of Asmodeus with their great hammers charge; the two of them die in the same round, just far enough apart for Xenia to feel their empathic link splinter.
And then she's somewhere else.
...is she supposed to pick it up, it's her best guess but he's not really giving her the answer here. Uh. Er. What if touching it does something to her what if accepting his bargain does something to her what if he gets mad at her for asking too many questions—
She edges closer to the totems and then when she's close enough there suddenly isn't another decision to pick them up.
It feels exactly like dying, right up until the part where she dies. She's - scooped out and jittering with something—with shock, at the light and the noise and the pain so total it's almost absent—no, there's more than that, too—
Of the three ways she's not-entirely-perished in the last ...hour..? she prefers this one but that's a low bar. She's knocked back and stumbles back and doesn't, actually, scream; the doll in her hand has spun out of it and shattered and she does not take hold of the other one right away.
Green and gold sparks fly everywhere before dying out. “Like that. —I won’t hit you again if you hold the second one.” Even if it’d be really funny. Well, okay, maybe he will. But not right away, not when she seemed genuinely upset. Then again, she might just be a good actor; he’s given away a lot in this conversation, and she’s given away basically nothing. She might just be killing time for Zam to show up. “You were surprised I didn’t know how you got here. Are you gonna tell me any more, or…? Because I can let you out right now if you cooperate. I don’t want to be doing this either.” Mostly true, if only because he’s not sure how much longer he has. Water bucket out again; he waves it a little for emphasis.