[It snaps the words out. Something harsh and static-laced. The injury seems to deepen. Widening. More sparks dripping from the hole like fluid. It takes another step forward.]
[Looming over Lavellan. The end of its own sword swinging down to point at him.]
no subject
[It snaps the words out. Something harsh and static-laced. The injury seems to deepen. Widening. More sparks dripping from the hole like fluid. It takes another step forward.]
[Looming over Lavellan. The end of its own sword swinging down to point at him.]
Prove you promise it!