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[pactmarshal]

🌳Who: Trahearne and others!
🌳What: A series of nightmares leaves Trahearne (and others) sleepless
🌳When: The second week of summer
🌳Where: In the dream world
🌳Warnings: Slaughter, prejudice, depression in general, maybe a lil nsfw, Heart of Thorns spoilers looks directly at cocoa

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[pactmarshal]

[ These clunky opponents stand no chance.

One of the golems only just manages to raise its arms when M-21 rushes in, knocking its oddly-proportioned body to the ground. The saplings at his side, good at following directions and desperateto get out of this alive, rush in to take advantage of the fallen golem and beat the shit out of it. Bare hands. Some seem to have magic, but it's crude. Whatever it is, though, it's working.

Another of the golems, left long enough for its program to run, begins spinning with alarming speed as it slowly marches towards M-21, aiming to knock him down with the momentum. Better dodge that, wolf boy!

In the meanwhile, Trahearne and his minions are making quick work of the more organic enemies. He seems almost...gleeful to be ripping these dudes in red and black apart. It should be kind of scary, tbh. ]

[feralheart]

[ The saplings are berserkers after M-21's own heart. Kick the bastard golems while they're down, kids. He gives a smug little chuckle and turns to deal with the next opponent.

He's maybe a little bit too distracted appreciating his newly adopted pack, because he nearly fumbles his dex check and has to do a last-minute graceless roll out of the way. That's fine. He'll just go for the legs before he bounces up again, twice as mad as before and ready to do some rending and tearing.

...Which is still a lot less grotesque than what's going on on Trahearne's side of things. Soft-spoken, polite, gentle Trahearne sure is going all in with his zombie(?) minions. M-21's not squeamish, but he's distinctly reminded of Frankenstein. All that's wanting is a little cackling. Or some speeches. ]

...You've got things there?

[pactmarshal]

[ One of the smaller minions leaps at the last batch of enemies and explodes in their midst. Rotten blood and guts and bone shards fly through the air like shrapnel, shredding the enemy to pieces. Blood splatters over Trahearne and the rest on his side, but he doesn't seem particularly bothered by it. A grin bursts across his face.

He's vaguely aware M-21 has said something to him, but what he says in response doesn't really answer his question. ]

The asura will pay for touching the secondborn.

[ He points behind M-21 to the last few golems. ]

Don't let your guard down. We've not finished giving them their lesson yet!

[feralheart]

[ Rai does blood fields. That, alone, wouldn't be enough to ruffle M-21 in particular. But guts? Rotting? Bone shards?

M-21 wrinkles his poor werewolf nose at that -- hopefully not much more sensitive than a human's, or he's going to be feeling this dream for a while -- and whisks back around to the opponent he should be focusing on.

Damn, he's glad he picked the golems. ]

...Yeah. When we're done, they won't try this again.

[ And he flings himself right back to handling it. The golems are nicely inorganic, this fight uncharacteristically clean for what M-21's used to. ]