Supercape Posted August 23, 2016 Posted August 23, 2016 Flintlock had no desire to rend the man with spectral hands, nor toss him in spectral winds. Well, not unless really needed. Drawing her flintlock, she closed her eyes a moment and summoned something... A bloated spider, tinted green and grey, bulbous, descended from an illusionary crack in the ceiling. It inflated like a mutated balloon as it did so, with soft purple fumes seeping from its body. The dread spider of :Leng, crawling through dreams and nightmares. On a single toxic thread it descended. Its body was fat and round, with waxy fat. Its limbs pencil thin, and several feet long. It crawled to just in front of the figures face, blind, but with several blubbered mouths dripping something awful with sharp humanoid teeth. "Blwhat....do you taste of? Bllwhoo are you?" it mumbled.
olopi Posted August 23, 2016 Author Posted August 23, 2016 (edited) Right as Flintlock close her eyes in order to summon just what she had planned, another loud noise. And this time, it was not followed by the sound of bullet meeting wood, but the sound and pain of bullet hitting flesh. Usually the sorceress’s tattoos would mean that even getting shot would not further damage her, but the bullet had hit its mark. Meanwhile, in the small room next door, Cik hid, doing her best to supress her breathing, and not moving. From the quick glance Flintlock caught right after she had summed the spider, Cik was not panicked or scared, she looked like she was planning something instead, preparing. And then, the spider set down, on the man’s face. He did not move anymore. He stood completely still, probably some fear stunning him. He did not respond to the question leaving the various mouths, but either way, it meant that no other bullets would make their way towards Flintlock for now. Edited August 23, 2016 by olopi
Supercape Posted August 23, 2016 Posted August 23, 2016 "Ouch" muttered Flintlock under her breath. She had been shot before, and for all her sorcery, it was never a pleasant experience. She faded out of the line of site, concentrating on the spider, bending its phantasmal image from other dimensions, bending and dominating it. "Bhlwahaha..." it burbled, dribbling noxious salvia, and extending its horribly thin limbs to the walls, swinging just a little closer to the man. "Bhuublbuatell me, morsel, how fine is your meat? What stones do you crawl under? What are you dreams? I need to Bhwualahafeed...What meat shall you Bwhluaffeed me? Your thoughts? or your bwhabrain...." It licked it fats lips, all seven of them. Despite its nightmarish appearance, the spiders mouths were uncomfortably human...
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