[ as vax... turns the weapon on himself, something erupts from percy's fully formed smokey "helm" of sorts suddenly shudders, shakes. the sound is a wretched scream that sounds half percival and half something else, something gurgling from the bottom of a pit. the explosion—
and then feathers.
feathers.
there's laugh—it's relief, it's madness. the smoke swarms around him and as he tries to dodge the first knife, it hits him in the shoulder. the second tears past his cheek, grazing it, and the third?
well the third sticks straight into his knuckles, painfully, and he shrieks—the smoke shrieks and percy buckles briefly, the large gun clattering to the ground. as he looks upwards, supplicant on a knee, watching him rise upwards. the red paint spatters on the ground as it's shed from vax's wings with each powerful beat. ]
Well then. I suppose a change of plans is in order. How about something more familiar?
[ because out comes the paintball gun and percy darts, shooting to life a new, strong pew to roll behind. another paintball, old reliable some might say, but not in the way one might predict. it isn't bad news that finds itself in his hands, rather, an ivy green gun manifests then, the name emblazoned on the side: HER WILD MAJESTY. twists of brilliant fiery orange run down it, a marriage of earth and fire.
he turns it on vax and offers a soft smile and pulls the trigger, but instead of a BOOM, a soft hissing of green vines twist from the barrel and wrap around vax's legs, twisting up around and tangling him so that he can then yank like a massive whip, to put all of his momentum and force into it.
to send him careening into one of the many statues, though this one... should be familiar to vax'ildan in particular. ]
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and then feathers.
feathers.
there's laugh—it's relief, it's madness. the smoke swarms around him and as he tries to dodge the first knife, it hits him in the shoulder. the second tears past his cheek, grazing it, and the third?
well the third sticks straight into his knuckles, painfully, and he shrieks—the smoke shrieks and percy buckles briefly, the large gun clattering to the ground. as he looks upwards, supplicant on a knee, watching him rise upwards. the red paint spatters on the ground as it's shed from vax's wings with each powerful beat. ]
Well then. I suppose a change of plans is in order. How about something more familiar?
[ because out comes the paintball gun and percy darts, shooting to life a new, strong pew to roll behind. another paintball, old reliable some might say, but not in the way one might predict. it isn't bad news that finds itself in his hands, rather, an ivy green gun manifests then, the name emblazoned on the side: HER WILD MAJESTY. twists of brilliant fiery orange run down it, a marriage of earth and fire.
he turns it on vax and offers a soft smile and pulls the trigger, but instead of a BOOM, a soft hissing of green vines twist from the barrel and wrap around vax's legs, twisting up around and tangling him so that he can then yank like a massive whip, to put all of his momentum and force into it.
to send him careening into one of the many statues, though this one... should be familiar to vax'ildan in particular. ]