RP:Mountain Hugs
Frozen Climb
The area is covered in sharp ice, jagged rocks, falling snow, and to make matters worse, the chill of the air makes it harder to breath. As you peruse you find this area rather rough to move around, their are very few spots to place your footing, and perhaps heading down would be the best choice. However the vertical cliff before you continues on into the mountains further, and a cold wind constantly beats numbingly upon your flesh like needles. You view over the mountain-side for several more moments, and you believe you can map out a path in which you can climb further up the cliff.
Satoshi makes steady progress down the cliff-face, petite form transforming sparse edges into thin trails. But even with her surefooted tendences, the kit's obvious exhaustion is taking its toll, the ocassional step faltering, sending cascades of rock and ice raining down the cliff. Why hadn't she just taken a dragon from the Outpost down to meet Emiur...?
Bozrah had been watching Satoshi in silence for a long time; cloaked in invisibility, his deceased body not needing air, he is almost undetectable. The ruse had worked so well; the resistance to Vuryal showing their faces, only to hurl their mightiest weapon at... dust. How they had been played. But not all accepted it: Kasyr, the Dragon Rider, ignoring the warnings as he tried to destroy the warriors of Vuryal. He would be made to suffer like none before him... So Bozrah, wraith of the TimeLord, had allowed his body to be destroyed by the dragon and Kensai, and now, reborn in the darkness, he is stalking the queen of Frostmaw; grey eyes hungry to devour her life, but even more than that, to hear her scream. So in a sibilant voice that comes from everywhere and nowhere, the malevolent wraith speaks. "Satoshi... You are mine..."
Satoshi's already wavering steps falter completely then, nearly sending the fox tumbling over the edge, spared only by claws sinking into the frozen side of the cliff in a reflex of fear. "Time Lord," the words are hissed through clenched teeth, dripping with malice and tinged with apprehension. For who else would be speaking from all directions are once, in such a voice, when she's alone and vulnerable? With an effort Satoshi pulls herself forward to a slight outcropping, setting her back against the flat stone and glowering out at her surroundings in a futile search for his location. He's here, somewhere... back for another one of his games.
Bozrah laughs; the sound a grotesque twisting of what is usually such a happy sound. There is an unfathomable depth of malice in the noise as it echoes around the cliffs. "Fool!" Dangerously close to Satoshi, Bozrah's eyes appear from nowhere. They are empty, hollow; no trace of his hatred showing in their grey depths. "You think you are worthy to warrant the attention of my master?" Laughter again, mocking the exhausted snow queen, "You are mine!" As his words echo, the cloak of invisiblity he wears fades from his desecrated body, revealing the pallid wraith. A clawed hand is slowly raised, talon-like nails pointed at the magus. "Will you scream for me, Satoshi? Will you scream for Bozrah..."
Satoshi recoils back against the cliff with fangs bared in a snarl. The being facing her is far from the Fiend that habitually haunts her, a mere shadow of the Time Lord's essence, but it does little to lessen that bitter taste of fear building at the back of her throat. "I sing~, Spooks, and only for those that earn it," the kit spits out with mock bravado, all bristles and fangs. As the words are spoken, the already frigid temperatures take a sudden plummet and Satoshi's fist clenches in unspoken signal--a silent command for the ice clinging to the cliff on either side of her to abruptly lunge out in a myriad of spines, all jutting forward in search of the stranger's wasted flesh.
Bozrah is not at all effected by the sudden increased chill that flows over the cliffs; he is too far gone from life for such things to bother him. To her words he replies with a pernicious smile, flashing his ebon fangs that sit within a mouth filled with rotting teeth. "You will scream for Bozrah... Everyone always does..." As the sudden spears of ice snap forward, Bozrah clenches his shadow claw. His grey eyes never leave Satoshi's face, even as they're consumed by tendrils of abyssal black that snap into dark existence around his ravished body. The icy spears lash into where Bozrah seems to stand, yet they pass right through him. Slowly the image of the wraith is blown away by the ever-howling winds. Again that voice sounds from everywhere, mocking Satoshi for her futile attempts at stopping him. "How foolish do you think I am?" Without pause for answer, the wraith, still hidden close - for what stood before Satoshi moments ago was a mere projection of his image - calls upon his dark magics. In a vicious mockery of her own attack, dark water would pool at her feet, before it would seek to snake up hear legs, freezing as it does into shackles of ebon-ice - twisted by dark magic, it would take great strength, even for the ice-magus, to wretch their control away from Bozrah...
Satoshi's back presses further against the cliff-face as if the kit wishes she could sink into the stone and ice, and escape this nightmare of hissing shadows. For once in her life, Satoshi feels the sting of icy clutches as the corrupted frost freezes around her ankles, locking her in place and sapping her meager strength with each passing second. A grimace of effort mars the foxkin's face as she pulls against the shackles, the ice doing no more than gleaming with inky light at her arcane commands to release her. No words are given as retort to the wraith's mocking comments, the kit focused solely on the hurried melody of a half-whispered song. The ice the stranger wields may not heed her call, but the rest of this cliff is coated in the obedient element, and it's eager to please. A low rumble courses down the cliff then, the sound reminiscent of an avalanche, and like an avalanche the noise builds, getting steadily closer before, with an eruption of stoney shrapnel and ice shards a glacial bulk crashes out of the wall above Satoshi and lands before her. The golem teeters on the edge of the trail, but if it possesses fear of heights or death, it shows no signs, only determined to stand between its master and the threat while tree-trunk sized arms slam together in an invitation to attack.
Bozrah again lets out his mocking laughter as he feels the snow queen's growing panic. He could sense she was getting closer and closer to screaming; and like a vampire feeds of the vitae of its victims, so does Bozrah feast upon her mounting fear. As the large bohemoth bursts into frozen life, the wraith silently begins to move. On feet that leave no impression on the snow, he makes his way to silently stand between golem and snow queen. His ebon ice continues its slow climb up Satoshi's legs, wrapping around to incarcerate her, but with an invisible gesture the wraith forces it to halt before it reaches her body. With a voice that is silent in Hollow, yet screams in the cold void between worlds, Bozrah casts his dark, twisted magic. Shadows seem to come from everywhere to wrap around Satoshi and hide her from view. They would do no harm, merely obscure her from the eyes of anyone near. Only when done, does Bozrah let his cloak of invisiblity fade and he speaks in that hollow voice, mocking the icy behemoth before him. "I will kill the snow bitch. With fire and destruction I will melt her frozen kingdom!" The golem, still close to the edge of the trail, would turn to face the wraith, before throwing a mighty a punch directly at his pallid body. This is just what Bozrah wanted, for the moment the huge fist is sent towards him, the wraith would use his magic to force him to the right, closer to the cliff edge. Leaving in his wake a rather powerful golem, punching at a void of shadows, right where the snow queen is incarcerated...
Satoshi's panic is certainly building, but she'll be damned if the wraith gets a sound from her. The bard will bite off her own tongue before she gives him that pleasure. But rather than that, it's her lip fangs sink into as the shadows coil about her in a deathly shroud, blood welling where she's punctured herself. Bozrah's ploy is discerned by the kit as she watches it play out with growing horror; a word of command would do nothing to halt the golem's action now, as it's acting purely upon her own directions and won't cease until it's succeeded. Hopelessness sinks its claws into the kit's mind as the frozen fist crawls toward her, seeming to move an inch per minute and... whistling? as it cuts through the air. When the golem's arm is a hair's breadth from Satoshi's face, instinct takes over and she does the only think she can do: she shrinks away. But shrinks far more than a mere flinch could manage, as the magus' already small frame gets smaller, resolving itself into the tiny bundle of pale fur that is her fox's shape, miniscule paws balanced precariously upon the icy shackles that once held her legs. Azure eyes flicker open in surprise, seconds before the stone above her explodes beneath the force of the magical construct's punch, the concussive blast of the blow sending her tumbling from her perch back to earth. A thud, bounce, and scrabble of claws ensues before the tiny kit dissapears over the edge of the trail with a yelp, to land in a heap on a narrow trail yards below. The golem pays no heed to his master's fall however, lumbering form turning with graceless motions to face the wraith and take another behemoth swing.
Bozrah can see through his shadows as if they were not there. He watches the snow queen slyly shift into the fox, before the horrific power of the golem sends her scrambling over the edge. For a moment the wraith thinks she is destroyed, and his anger is tangible. The shadows twist and dance with a vehemence unbefore seen - forming a succession of shapes; the images of destruction Bozrah has caused in his long, long service of the TimeLord. The darkness forms a thousand different bodies, each one silently screaming before having its life consumed by the darkest shadow of them all, the image of the wraith. With clawed hands clenched, the servant of Vuryal draws again on his evil magic. The small pillars of ebon-hued ice begin to move again in the darkness, preparing themselves for what is to come. As the frozen beast throws its powerful punch, Bozrah steps away, yet he is not quick enough. The edge of the icy fist clips his rotting flesh, sending him skidding across to the ice until his head pokes over the edge. Grey eyes stare into the abyss, but what captures his attention is the image of the fox below. He grins then; her death would not be so easy, her screams would be his reward. With casual disregard for his body's well-being, the wraith drops himself off the edge. He skids down the jagged ice, chunks of his flesh left squirming in his wake, until he stops on the trail. With no obvious signs of pain, as his torn body begins to leak a black liquid that resembles corrupted, putrid blood, Bozrah reaches out his clawed hand and grabs the fox. With strength born of unholy sacrifice, he lifts the creature and moves so his back is tightly against the cliff. Moments later, there is the clash of ice meeting ice, and the huge form of the golem comes hurling down the cliff. It smashes into the trail where moments ago the wraith and snow queen were, tearing a huge chunk out of the rocky trail, before continuing to fall down, further and further into the darkness below. For Bozrah's black ice, commanded by the wraith, had formed itself into a large pillar, and when the golem turned to pursue the wraith, it struck out of the shadows, striking the bohemeth on the back and sending him out, to meet his fate upon the sharp rocks far, far below.
A flash of black wings cut across the snowscape of the mountains, a prelude to a screeching roar of triumph mingled with rage that signals Luffy's appearance upon the scene. At the speeds the dragon is flying and no definite way to pinpoint Satoshi's location, she was bound to overshoot the target and barrel onward toward Frostmaw. That is, until Bozrah's little shove sends Satoshi's golem tumbling down the cliff, a cascade of rocks and snow that serve as the perfect indicator of the confrontation. Another high-pitched roar comes from the dragon as wings adjust to angle her streaking bulk toward the origin point of the golem's descent. Three sets of talons are brought forward as the gap between dragon and cliff-face close at alarming speeds, and although the wraith is too intangible and the kit too small for Luffy to spot and refine her targetting, there's really no need to hit dead-on when you're a dense, glacial mass of spines plummeting out of the sky faster than most boulders can fall. The dragon only cares about creating a crater in the side of the cliff that the world will tell stories about for generations, and if she hits either or both of the beings on the trial with herself or the raining debris... well, Luffy always did love a little bonus in her assaults.
Kasyr is unforunately being dragged along for this rescue-mission-turned-rampage, what with having chosen to exhaust a considerable amount of his magical reserves to catch up to the black dragon. As it currently stands, the still-winged- Revenant is left staring agape as his straightforward flight quite abruptly takes a turn for the earth..bound- quickly taking into account the sights and sounds that had managed to set Luffy on the berserker course of action. Once more the vampire is forced to throw himself off of his draconian companion, though the fall is far more controlled this time- giving the Kensai leeway to focus upon Bozrah and Satoshis position, wings enabling him to retain the momentum both he and Luffy carried. As he so intently plummets towards the dangerous duo, a pool of blackness surges out from the vampire, the caliginous energies rapidly condensing into the forms of 12 shrieking broadswords- each one a black so pure they seem to have been carved from the very essence of the night itself, carrying the guise of the hybrids blasphemous blade 'Gospel'. Without pause do the blades surge forth from the hybrid, poised to slam into the portion of the trail that Satoshi is laying upon- the supernaturally dense quality the blades possess in that guise likely more than enough to dislodge it, and thus her from the relative vicinity of Luffys attack. Not that the full dozen would be needed to that effect..but than Bozroh is likely going to have to contend with the sloppy seconds not reserved for the salvation of the hybrids wife.
Satoshi's quite certain she's already dead. Why else would Luffy's behemoth form be bearing down on her here of all places? The damn dragon is across the map in Rynvale with her husband. Yes, this is definitely some personal hell set aside for the fox. But at least it's still cold here in this little hell, even if she's hanging limp by a tail, viewing the world in an upside-down fashion. If she were capable of speech in this form, she'd have managed a vague, "Nnngh" by now, while watching through half-focused eyes Luffy's bombardment, and the destruction of the trail she's dangling above by... swords? Of course swords. This is hell, remember? Where's the lightning at, now?
Bozrah was beginning to lift fox-Satoshi up, his intents to bash her face into the ice until she lost consciousness. Then he would take her to the prison he so recently prepared, for the torture to begin... she would scream. But then, like the night before, the large and altogether psychotic dragon comes hurling into sight, and much like yesterday a Kensai has jumped from its back. Two on one last time, three on one today. Bozrah grins; his master would be pleased. As the earth beneath him shudders with the terrific force of dragon meeting ice, the wraith keeps his balance by driving his back into the wall behind him, a vicious shard impaling him, holding him secure against the stone. As the debris hurls past him, he lifts his free hand and screams a few grotesque words. Ebon shadows extend from his clawed limb, they snake across the sky like tendrils of corrupted lightning, before wrapping around some of the bigger falling boulders. Bozrah's concentration is intense, the use of such power draining on him. But on wings born of twisted hatred he maintains his spells. The biggest boulder is sent hurling at the flying Kensai, its intent quite obvious: To strike the man mid-flight and send him hurling to his death far below. Smaller shards of icy stone are used to strike out against the flying blades as they soar at the wraith. Some connect, but not all. Soon enough the ground beneath Bozrah, who is still holding Satoshi, is crumbling and cracking. Knowing abrupt movements will cause the entire cliff to break away, the TimeLord's servant instead lifts the fox up, putting her in the path of the sword coming to strike him in the chest. The other blades cannot be defended; they tear into deceased flesh with callous ease - further pinning the wraith to the ice behind him. But he isn't worried; with his shadow-claw tightly holding the fox-kin Satoshi, he is confident if he is slain he can take her to the grave beside him.
Shrieks of malicious delight echo along the cliffs as Luffy clings to the dented wall and mauls boulders, ice, and stubborn shrubby alike with jaws and claws. Thick cracks course through the dragon's entire length, and most of a hind leg has been lost to the collosus impact, but she seems to pay no mind to it, childishly thrilled to decimate the cliff more than she already has. Which results in a hailstorm of debris for those below, one of whom is a semi-conscious little fox trying in vain to sort out the events unfolding around her. If she's dead and this is hell, then why is Kasyr here? Is he trying to steal her back from death's clutches? Or is death just taunting her once more before dropping Luffy on her again?
Kasyr doesn't turn away, even as ice and stone rains from above and a boulder from below brutishly barrels forth. The two below will likely be unable to stop and smell the ozone burning, despite the fact that the scent is still thick and cloying in the hybrids vicinity, but it would be quite difficult to miss the sudden sparking that appears around the guardian. Only when the boulder is on the verge of impact does Gospel appear within Kasyrs grasp, one single sonorous shriek giving away the dark weapons presence before it's struck against the boulder, the broad sword dwarved by the massive size of the 'missile' sent his way. And yet, This particular form has always been deceptively destructive, the unnatural mass it carries having given pause even to dragons when they were struck by the otherwise dulled blade. Carrying both momentum and strength which was currently fueled by the vampires unswerving purspose in tackling the boulder head-on, and the sudden concussive force that would emerge upon the moment of impact- it's no surprise that the rock is reduced to ruin. Which leaves the hybrid staring murderously at Bozrah, the wraiths intention rapidly becoming clear as that final sword barrels towards his wife. Though only the back of the hybrids non sword wielding hand should have ionized, the electricity continues to surge forth voraciously, utterly consuming the unused limb as both Kensai and errant weapon approach their intended target. Unforunately, Bozrah is quite likely going to find himself robbed of his victory in that final weapon- the phantasmal 'child' of gospel to seemingly shatter into a thick miasma upon impact with his vulpine hostage. In its' wake is the tiefling, blade slamming into the cliff side with every intent of shredding apart the support system Bozrah has managed to create for himself, "Oblivion..."
Bozrah stands with his back against the cliff as the violently vicious dragon tears apart the mountain above them, keeping the rain of death pouring down from above. Boulder sized slabs of ice and stone shatter into the cliff-side, tearing large chunks away. The entire mountain seems to shudder as she continues, a deep, trembling roar that resounds throughout the tall cliffs that act as protection for Frostmaw. Cracks appear in the stone, shattering the icy armor it wears, causing further debris to begin to rain down. With a snarl, Bozrah prepares himself to to endure the icy storm and once again attack the Kensai, before he makes his brash attack; slamming that damnable sword into the stone - a rather large straw to finally break the mountain's back. For as shards of ice that hold Bozrah shatter, it triggers from above Luffy a massive avalanche that begins its rapid, and altogether violent pursuit down the mountain. With a grin that mirrors pleasure, Bozrah wraps his free hand around the fox's throat, so he is holding her across his chest, neck and tail, and screams words to the cliff-hanging Kensai. "You have seen my power! You have seen my strength... Yet, you would risk her life to destroy nothing but diseased flesh?! You, Kasyr, are a fool!" With his voice changing tone, he screams in the grotesque language that summons his magic. He makes as if he's going to hurl himself off the cliff as he enacts his invisibility, binding it to Satoshi as well, so both kit-vampire and wraith fade from sight. But when he is finally vanished, he silently steps back, pushing himself into the massive cracks in the stone, dragging with him the snow queen. His clawed hand is tight on her throat, hopefully stopping her from crying out to warn her husband. To Kasyr it would look like they jumped, but what he can sense isn't known. Regardless, there is a virtual tsunami of ice and rock hurling down rapidly from above; trying to dislodge the dragon, crush the Kensai, and imprison wraith and fox-kin in a cell made of icy stone, where Bozrah would be free to fulfil his promise and finally make her scream...
With the avalanche set into motion, Luffy gives a shake of her spiked head and bellows out a victorious roar. Wings crack open, pulling the dragon aloft as she drifts upward to roost on a wide outcrop of ice, ruby eyes turned downward to watch the chaos of her own creation. Two gnats and a runt, that's a good day for Luffy.
Kasyr is aware of the mountainous murder of debris cascading down the cliffside towards him, of Luffys triumphant shriek, and even of the 'image' of his wife being lofted and hurled towards the side. Kasyr is -very- aware of all these things, but he simply doesn't care. After that initial encounter with Bozrah, he's simply allowing his empathy free reign- that surnatural sense that's been sharpened by the obsidian pool allowing the hybrid to divine where his elusive (perhaps better dubbed illusive due to the penchant for deception) prey is. And so, whilst the guardian certainly does start to barrel down past that particular crack in the wall, it is not without incident. With breathtaking brilliance does light emerge from the vampires hands, blinding in nature, and yet carrying with it a comforting feeling. Flesh wreathed in feathers momentarily spasms, the tattoos upon the hybrids arms shifting, before a single sparking glove forms of the only hand the kensai currently has. Whilst Empera might normally be considered a weapon contrary to the continued existance of a vampire, given that it's a weapon attuned to both lightning and holy energies, its' found a second home with Daedrias' 'Requiem', the chosen executioner for her enemies. And thus, it's with barely a pause that Kasyr surges out from the midst of that blinding light, carried forth by the terrible combination of holy lightning that was channeled through a sibilant and screaming Gospel- the damned weapon once more finding itself adopting form of a katana. And thus it begins, with every passing moment he'd be deeper within that crack, blade deftly flicking to lay waste to Bozrah with a zeal and speed matching that of his chosen element- his final intended action to be one particlarily vicious thrust towards Bozrahs lower torso. Of all the attacks, this one would likely be the one most dangerous to the wraiths existance, the Katanas' blade lengthening mid stab to become a Nodachi- specifically, one which shears through magic. Bozrah might be left for food for thought, if he doesn't end up becoming it for the sinful arnament.
Satoshi's definitely in hell now, with the veritable lightning storm erupting around her. It's all the kit can do, to squirm in Bozrah's grasp and cough out weak chirrups of protest as she attempts to sink her teeth into the hand about her throat. Anything to free her so that she can bolt away from the electrical storm.
Bozrah is caught in the crack; the fox-kin held tightly before him. His eyes follow the path of Kasyr as he makes his change; creating his new weapon within the web of lightning and charging into the crack before the avalanche can seal them in. With desperation born of rage, the wraith follows the sword strikes, trying to use Satoshi as a fox-ish shield, yet the warrior is too fast. With his empathy making it so he can see them clearly, Bozrah gives up on the illusion of invisibility and allows himself to fade back into view. No point in wasting power, after all. Again and again his flesh is ravished by the weapon, sending powerful surges of electricity through his body and down into the snow queen. His wasted muscles spasm and twist, until he is unable to hold the queen any longer. With the last of his rage channelled into the movement, he hurls her head first at the ground, hoping to stun her long enough for his final attack not to be thwarted by her power over ice. Black blood drips from his mouth, but still he manages to speak in the Kensai. "You did not learn, foolish warrior. Now you will die." Each hand is placed on opposite sides of the deep crack, and the final tendrils of his shadow magic enter the icy stone. With a final smile briming with victory, the wraith throws back his head and enacts his dark might; causing the crack to heal shut in a violent movement. It will end the life of this body, and another will take a long while to prepare. But he cares nothing of this - his immortality is sealed by his servitude to the TimeLord. Of the Kensai and snow queen, with the exit blocked by the avalanche, and the violent closing of the crack, he hopes their dance with immortality will be brought to a sudden, crushing end...
Satoshi's moments in hell drag on for an eternity, the entire world turned upside-down and flashing with blinding lights, many of which come with excrutiating pain as an unpleasant sidedish. But none of that pain compares to the white-hot lance that drives through the kit's skull abruptly as she's hurled to the ground. As Bozrah wished, the blow jostles Satoshi badly, but unfortunately it's not in his favor. Where the fox has been disoriented by the happenings up until this point, the sudden crack upside her head snaps her violently back into focus. Time resumes its normal, steady march to the painful throbbing beat in Satoshi's head, even as she resumes her natural form. Words, barely qualifying as melodic, are rasped out by the battered kit, a hand reaching toward that soothing source of her frosty ring's twin. As contact's made, the magus gives a twitch, the channel between them opening and a surge of mana funneling into her own sparse supply. The magic is hardly siphoned before Satoshi rasps out the rest of the arcane command. Although the rattled magus' meager intentions for her spell had been to force a portion of the ice to hold back, what happens is far different. A flash of azure light and the high-pitched trill of birdsong preludes the sudden appearance of a frost katana, albeit this katana is far bigger than even one forged for a giant would be, stationed above Satoshi and Kasyr with hilt and blade tip wedged between opposing sides of the frigid walls. Ko'tar--finally returned to Satoshi after her abandoning of it days ago--shudders under the pressure, stress fractures coursing along its length as it begins to bend in its effort to hold off the mountain's force from crushing its bardic creator. The divine sword is, as always, determined to be her shield.
Kasyr s' energies only finish seeping off of him upon Satoshis unexpected touch- the kensai wordlessly accepting both the foxkit and her intentions. Even as she siphons away what reserves of mana he had left and his very lifeblood seeps away through the portions of his flesh that had been ionized, the Kensai remains stoic in that moment, harbouring the fox kit closely as he draws his own defenses to him. Once more did those twelve black images materialize in the air around the kensai, their slender forms rapidly growing bulkier as they are fully manifested into the world, until he is once more surrounded by a dozen broadswords- Gospel nowhere to be seen by this point, but likely mirroring their image. Just like Satoshis' noble blade, these also move to obstruct the oncoming threat of annihilation- each one slamming into the ground near one of the walls so that the blades could help allevatiate the pressure being placed upon the virtous weapon. After all, though the weapons were not the exact spitting image of Gospel, they still retained a fascimile of the vile weapons durability- and the mountain likely did not carry as much force as did Solaris' crushing grasp.
Bozrah is oblivious to Satoshi regaining her senses after being hurled onto the ground, just as he is oblivious to Kasyr's weapon returning to the ebon blades of Gospel and creating that ring of protection. The main reason he is oblivious, of course, is that the mountain didn't stop slamming in where he was. His body is broken, crushed - flesh mashed into nothingness by the brute power of the rocks. His ebon blood would stain the ice, just as the remnants of his magic fade through the stones, dragging with it the wraith essence... He would return to Vuryal's side and report his success, before awaiting his master's whim as to when a new body would be created for him... Until then, the world is freed from one more wraith... but he would return, oh yes - immortality is the reward for such servitude , something the citizens of Hollow would soon learn... one way or the other.
Satoshi groans and curls in on herself with a cry of pain, a hand pressed to her head where her hair has been stained a dark crimson by blood. The gods are a cruel bunch, to allow a headache of this magnitude to exist, and forbid her the use of both hands to cup her head with. But hey, the kit can at least come away victorious, spiting Bozrah and his obsessive wish. He didn't get more than a yelp from her. ...she'll be more delighted at this fact when she isn't wishing she were back in Hell to escape the pain.
Kasyr , without anything to focus upon, is quite busy biting into his bottom lip and trying -not- to focus upon the fact that his left hand has currently vaporized into raw electrical energy, or the fact that his continued use of that technique has eaten away at the flesh up along his arm. On the bright side, at least he's managed to save his wife- and thus be graced with her company while he's sealed inside the mountain for the...next little while, anyways. Now, to take a well deserved rest.
Satoshi doesn't want to think about digging themselves out. ...She just plain doesn't want to -think-.