( the first of the spear-like arms scythes directly over the duplicate's head, cutting a furrow through the stagnant air, which was significantly less interesting than through the trachea and carotid artery. the second similarly whiffed, as it dropped low enough to the ground that both soared ineffectually over it.
annoying. she had heard these things were nimble, but more in the "made out of amorphous slime" variety, not in the "trained, tiger-like reflexes" category.
the second construct is punished similar to the first, though the tibia and fibia have already reformed themselves to bridge between the cluster of bones at both the knee and the ankle before both of the former had hit the ground. it gets back up as the first skeleton approaches to close the distance the doppelganger had wrangled — though, for now, neither attack. they threateningly brandish their sharpened arms, but they do not swing or thrust.
instead, harrow steps forward, deciding to indulge in her own curiosity — mostly because the points of interest were things that pricked far too closely and uncomfortably to the shriveled, monstrous thing she calls a heart. )
Where( she begins, voice cutting, acerbic, ) did you get those.
( it wouldn't surprise her if this place was dredging up items from their past to confuse or to torment them. it was basically its M.O. if it had brought to her her diary, her face-paints, and other personal items, why couldn't it find things that had belonged to her cavalier?
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annoying. she had heard these things were nimble, but more in the "made out of amorphous slime" variety, not in the "trained, tiger-like reflexes" category.
the second construct is punished similar to the first, though the tibia and fibia have already reformed themselves to bridge between the cluster of bones at both the knee and the ankle before both of the former had hit the ground. it gets back up as the first skeleton approaches to close the distance the doppelganger had wrangled — though, for now, neither attack. they threateningly brandish their sharpened arms, but they do not swing or thrust.
instead, harrow steps forward, deciding to indulge in her own curiosity — mostly because the points of interest were things that pricked far too closely and uncomfortably to the shriveled, monstrous thing she calls a heart. )
Where ( she begins, voice cutting, acerbic, ) did you get those.
( it wouldn't surprise her if this place was dredging up items from their past to confuse or to torment them. it was basically its M.O. if it had brought to her her diary, her face-paints, and other personal items, why couldn't it find things that had belonged to her cavalier?
and yet — )