[ He remembers something small, in the dark. A tiny heart flickers against him. Quiet, quiet. It's a brief thing, and he doesn't want to chase it. Can't chase it. It makes him uneasy. Familiar, but foreign. Damned and divine. Something wears the skin of a child, sits housed within her. Too loud, too bright. Scratches away at his insides. Does it wield her like a weapon? Or does she wield it? And fear. Fear, fear, fear, fear.... ]
Right. [ He can't look at her. He has to tear his gaze away, setting his sights on the Rift Demons before them. Whatever the child is, he can approach it later. The Demons can't be allowed free reign upon the city. ]
Push them back where they came from. Dead. Dying. [ Dead is better. He points to them with one of his blade, identifying the three kinds. ] Despair. Rage. Fear. Ready?
[ He shifts his stance, blades at the ready. Without much else, he hurls himself into the fight — moves quickly, inhumanly so. Going for one of the Despair demons closest to them first. ]
sorry for the delay Cole is just hella 👀
Right. [ He can't look at her. He has to tear his gaze away, setting his sights on the Rift Demons before them. Whatever the child is, he can approach it later. The Demons can't be allowed free reign upon the city. ]
Push them back where they came from. Dead. Dying. [ Dead is better. He points to them with one of his blade, identifying the three kinds. ] Despair. Rage. Fear. Ready?
[ He shifts his stance, blades at the ready. Without much else, he hurls himself into the fight — moves quickly, inhumanly so. Going for one of the Despair demons closest to them first. ]