Over. Just like that. The body is mangled but it's not a sight unfamiliar. Not even a little bit. He'd learned young, the more mangled the corpse looked, the less likely any other would seek to attack. Then, so long as he could find drift would strong enough to keep the corpse in place, so that the daywalker wouldn't come for him, then he'd be safe for a while longer.
This wasn't about self protection. This was a petty vengeance done on someone what wanted vengeance. This was the kind of thing that was the reason Terezi Pyrope had called his future self "a boogey man" of horrors unknown, unbelievable to just be him. This was why Mituna cringed when he realised who he, just a young troll sitting before him asking idle question, would become. As the high leaves his veins, draining from him, he's left resenting.
"FUUUUCK!" He shrieks loud and he kicks Kain's crowbar away. It clangs pitifully along the pavement.
Too late now. He'd promised a show and motherfuck, he up and gave one. Capitol couldn't be disappointed now. This carnage should sate them enough for his lack of kill last arena. At least it was to one what had sought him first. Maybe Terezi could meet his eyes. Maybe Sigma wouldn't have that churn of guilt. Maybe they'd just never find out.
He reaches back down again, and tears the head right off, then the arm. More pieces so he can spread them out. More barkbeasts, more food. More daywalkers, more chance for others to be culled. Nothing has been thrown off course. Everything is still following his plans. So he tells himself.
It has! Thank you for this opportunity. :'D
This wasn't about self protection. This was a petty vengeance done on someone what wanted vengeance. This was the kind of thing that was the reason Terezi Pyrope had called his future self "a boogey man" of horrors unknown, unbelievable to just be him. This was why Mituna cringed when he realised who he, just a young troll sitting before him asking idle question, would become. As the high leaves his veins, draining from him, he's left resenting.
"FUUUUCK!" He shrieks loud and he kicks Kain's crowbar away. It clangs pitifully along the pavement.
Too late now. He'd promised a show and motherfuck, he up and gave one. Capitol couldn't be disappointed now. This carnage should sate them enough for his lack of kill last arena. At least it was to one what had sought him first. Maybe Terezi could meet his eyes. Maybe Sigma wouldn't have that churn of guilt. Maybe they'd just never find out.
He reaches back down again, and tears the head right off, then the arm. More pieces so he can spread them out. More barkbeasts, more food. More daywalkers, more chance for others to be culled. Nothing has been thrown off course. Everything is still following his plans. So he tells himself.