"It's not Aguilar we want," came what must have been a pitifully quiet response in comparison to Zanuff's constant shouting. As quick as the assassin could move with the assistance of his Magic, it still took a moment before he could regain the distance the ninja had put in between them--
"Kch..."
Venom's feet slid to a halt. He'd understood that everyone here would be put upon with as much force and pressure as the asylum could muster, that they'd send those demons out in full force. He hadn't taken into account just how... frail those monsters were now. How powerful they themselves were. Blood was strewn onto every conceivable surface, entrails lined the floors like grotesque, forgotten decorations and he could feel his stomach twisting in on itself at the sight. He'd just caught up with the other man in time to see even him demolish the over-grown spider in their way, his words reflecting what was obviously true to most everyone here: not even a problem.
He'd spent the last two weeks nearly being killed again and again due to these creatures and now they were just disgusting smears on the wall. A part of him wanted to be sympathetic and claim his bout of hesitance was in regard to that, but side of him that was steeped firmly in spite knew better. This wasn't sympathy for demons, just revulsion at their corpses.
The assassin again ended up shaking his head to himself, powering forward and away from the mess. "Follow me," he called out, Magic and disgust pushing himself just fast enough to not have to touch the soiled tile below. Perhaps the next hall would be neater.
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"Kch..."
Venom's feet slid to a halt. He'd understood that everyone here would be put upon with as much force and pressure as the asylum could muster, that they'd send those demons out in full force. He hadn't taken into account just how... frail those monsters were now. How powerful they themselves were. Blood was strewn onto every conceivable surface, entrails lined the floors like grotesque, forgotten decorations and he could feel his stomach twisting in on itself at the sight. He'd just caught up with the other man in time to see even him demolish the over-grown spider in their way, his words reflecting what was obviously true to most everyone here: not even a problem.
He'd spent the last two weeks nearly being killed again and again due to these creatures and now they were just disgusting smears on the wall. A part of him wanted to be sympathetic and claim his bout of hesitance was in regard to that, but side of him that was steeped firmly in spite knew better. This wasn't sympathy for demons, just revulsion at their corpses.
The assassin again ended up shaking his head to himself, powering forward and away from the mess. "Follow me," he called out, Magic and disgust pushing himself just fast enough to not have to touch the soiled tile below. Perhaps the next hall would be neater.
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