I stare at the Heavy, muttering under my breath darkly about psychotic archwizards bombing things. With a circuitous hand gesture, the Heavy is coated with a number of unsightly boils, blood and pus erupting from the ghastly bodily wounds.
I raise a hand, continuing to make the same gesture. The disgusting blemishes grow in size and the amount of pain they inflict upon the bearer by the second. With a foul utterance of a forbidden word, the Heavy collapses to the ground, seizing up, horrendous visions pulsating through the mind of the being without cessation. I raise an eyebrow, stepping over to the fallen Heavy. Hearing a noise akin to the creaking of wood, I immediately leap backward, watching as gibbous tendrils of some damp bodily tissue or other peel through the fabric of time and space, entangling themselves around the Heavy. The tentacular forms are nearly instantaneously coated with various bodily fluids dripping from the newly-arisen boils. Spurred forward by this series of occurrences, the tentacles drive themselves the only way they know to move forth to.
Inwards, that is. Hah.
I observe quiescently as the Heavy is pierced continually with numerous tendrils of various length, sturdiness, and composition. A hideous corruption enters the body of the Heavy, seeming to dull the pallor of the entity's skin mere seconds following the introduction of the plague into the Heavy's body. I watch on in interest, having seen this occur only once before. Within instants, the Heavy begins shuddering with the pure force of their own hacking coughs, a heterogenous mixture of mucus and blood splattering onto the floor in an unsightly manner. The tentacles bury themselves deeper into the body of the Heavy, eliciting many a strangled cry from the subject. I take several steps forward, watching the Heavy alertly.
Within instants, the Heavy is once more surprised as the tendrils suddenly burst out of the Heavy's back, and curve around once more, attempting to wriggle their ways into the body once more. Squelches of varying duration emanate from the scene of the vicious assault as the tentacles attempt to both slide through the Heavy, and enter it once more. I slash my hand through the air, and the Heavy is pummeled with psionic energies, smashing into the ground. Kokodo energies pulsate off of both the Heavy's body and my outstretched hand. This momentary diversion brings forth what appears to be double the agony and suffering for the Heavy.
The tendrils manage to slip their ways into the being's body once more, writhing madly inside of their body without restraint or intellect. The Heavy, in many ways a slave to the movements of these uncaring cosmic forces, is flung upward and downward indiscriminately, slamming into the hard earth a number of times, several splatters of blood marking particularly violent reentry points.
I make this the moment in which my action shall be carried out, placing a foot on one of the wrists of the Heavy. With a strangled groan of pain, the Heavy looks upward, seeing naught but my form, and feeling unadulterated fear. In one fluid movement, I drag the Heavy's body over to my immediate location, for convenience, and swiftly slam another foot onto what appears to be the Heavy's chest. A particularly loud crunch echoes throughout the Battlefield, pervading the silence well enough. I force the foot upon the Heavy's chest about slightly, permitting the product of my work to enter my desired target. The sternum of the Heavy was shattered instantly upon my foot's impact, and embedded itself into the heart seconds thereafter. I remove my feet from the Heavy, and turn away, striding off in a direction unspecified by this narrative. The tentacles lift their victim into the air mere moments after my leave has been taken, thrusting them into the air violently, and slamming the form down once more. The unpleasant sounds of a shattered sternum further damaging vital organs is left overshadowed alone by the screams of the Heavy. With a snap of my fingers, the tentacles are sent back to whence they came, remaining there forevermore. The Heavy, on the other hand, is left on the ground, battered and bleeding.
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NEW: Philosopher's Kismet (1) && Aeolian Branding (2) && Minium Stone = Flesh Dissidence (Level ???: 1/???)
NEW: Quartz Shard || Cursed Flame && Mind Honey Jar = Crystalline Psiokinesis (Level ???: 1/???)
NEW: Onyx Prism || Infinity Rune - Memory && Mnemonic Matrix = Crystalline Infinity (Level ???: 1/???)
(1) Level 10.
(2) Level 5.
+3 to Bomber57.
Sodden Hollow 32/50 (+2 from Bomber)
Periculum 32/50 (+1 from Bomber and Tazz)
