I'm gonna be sick, [ juno mutters, securing the last of the spears in with one final shove. it's a miscellany of torn apart street signs and shrapnel, wood and metal both all jagged like a row of teeth in some open-mawed beast that's beginning to unearth itself from the street. juno hops down with an ungainly wobble, catches himself, grabs something to stab with and lets the sweat slick on his palms mingle with the grime and dirt and blood. the coppery smell already turns his guts. ]
If we die I'm gonna kick your ass, Vel. Wherever we end up.
[ limbo. hell. some weird goo pod like on one of rita's shows (tm). regardless, he braces, digs his heels in and watches the damn thing come barreling forward, a hungry mass of violence and slobber, golden eyes gleaming in the nearly-burning city lights that backdrop them all, some overly-dramatic stage play in its final act.
juno swallows tightly, watches the thing brace itself on its back legs without missing a beat.
the sound of flesh being pierced on uneven, ragged metal pikes is... distinct. juno catches it in the leg, drives it deep before letting go and fumbling back so he doesn't get yanked in or kicked. the lumbering monster writhes and he watches as it tears itself open in confusion and rage on the makeshift trap he and tsera have created in the middle of the street, a gory menagerie of debris and chaos. ]
Shit, [ he croaks out, wipes his hands on his shirt instinctively and ends up covered in more blood instead. great. ]
no subject
If we die I'm gonna kick your ass, Vel. Wherever we end up.
[ limbo. hell. some weird goo pod like on one of rita's shows (tm). regardless, he braces, digs his heels in and watches the damn thing come barreling forward, a hungry mass of violence and slobber, golden eyes gleaming in the nearly-burning city lights that backdrop them all, some overly-dramatic stage play in its final act.
juno swallows tightly, watches the thing brace itself on its back legs without missing a beat.
the sound of flesh being pierced on uneven, ragged metal pikes is... distinct. juno catches it in the leg, drives it deep before letting go and fumbling back so he doesn't get yanked in or kicked. the lumbering monster writhes and he watches as it tears itself open in confusion and rage on the makeshift trap he and tsera have created in the middle of the street, a gory menagerie of debris and chaos. ]
Shit, [ he croaks out, wipes his hands on his shirt instinctively and ends up covered in more blood instead. great. ]