Skellig easily avoids the arrow, moving with an unnatural grace out of its deadly pathway. (All it has done has given him an easier 'sightline' to his target, perched atop the wall.) The thunk it makes as its barbed head buries itself deep into the mud wall of Taweret's home is loud, even amid the echoes, the voices in his head.
"He is not worthy," he mutters, anger building in his tone as he slips sideways into shadow, out of Akatan's line of direct sight, out of the line of fire. "She would not bear his children, she is my mate."
Akatan wishes for the demon. The demon he will get.
Skellig simply appears atop the wall with a rush of air that is strong enough to force Akatan back, knock any arrow he may have had nocked from the string of that bow.
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Date: 2024-04-05 01:33 am (UTC)"He is not worthy," he mutters, anger building in his tone as he slips sideways into shadow, out of Akatan's line of direct sight, out of the line of fire. "She would not bear his children, she is my mate."
Akatan wishes for the demon.
The demon he will get.
Skellig simply appears atop the wall with a rush of air that is strong enough to force Akatan back, knock any arrow he may have had nocked from the string of that bow.
He will seek his vengeance.