[ red hits the bone white walls of stone behind him, splattering a shape like feathers into the pews.
and then, out of nowhere, almost, there's a fwoosh noise - the smoke and dust and debris from percy destroying the pew is cleared, an instant, as a pair of dark black wings unfurl free out of vax'ildan's back, as he pushes his hand into the ground, and then fucking takes off in to the air, wings shedding red paint like blood, catching stained glass reflections on ink black feathers and sending them refracting and scattering across the floor of this strange, broken church.
as he rockets backwards, beside the face of his patron and imagining the face of his friend, vax's hand snaps to his belt, and then back out like a whip, as one of the lisa frank knives sails from his hand and at percy like a bullet in its own right, then another, then another. you know.
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and then, out of nowhere, almost, there's a fwoosh noise - the smoke and dust and debris from percy destroying the pew is cleared, an instant, as a pair of dark black wings unfurl free out of vax'ildan's back, as he pushes his hand into the ground, and then fucking takes off in to the air, wings shedding red paint like blood, catching stained glass reflections on ink black feathers and sending them refracting and scattering across the floor of this strange, broken church.
as he rockets backwards, beside the face of his patron and imagining the face of his friend, vax's hand snaps to his belt, and then back out like a whip, as one of the lisa frank knives sails from his hand and at percy like a bullet in its own right, then another, then another. you know.
dagger, dagger, dagger. ]