[Well, he sure was on his way out. Only they land like that, heavy and desperate, the whole of their body trembling like the broken, battered thing it is. The structure crumbles to dust (or Dust) with the low creaking roar of buckling supports, shattering rock, dulled and emptied and ground away.
A heap of detritus. Nothing useful.
He eyes them dispassionately as they strain to keep themself upright, Knife clasped in one hand.]
Nah.
[There's only one monster that takes you to 20. Anything else is just - a waste of his time.]
no subject
A heap of detritus. Nothing useful.
He eyes them dispassionately as they strain to keep themself upright, Knife clasped in one hand.]
Nah.
[There's only one monster that takes you to 20. Anything else is just - a waste of his time.]
You're done.
[And in another moment, he's gone.]