Ace briefly registers relief that his gambit worked before the consequences crash down on him. As he tries again to free himself from the net his limbs stubbornly refuse to comply.
Ace is no stranger to physical pain, but no matter how intense it never lasts long. Yet another advantage he has slowly learned not to take for granted.
Despite the grace Luna has given him protecting him somewhat from her curse, the net hurts. So far he has been able to push that to the back of his mind and focus on the battle.
It seems he pushed it too far back because he missed the accompanying fatigue as it insidiously leeched its way into his bones.
He manages to lift his head a bit and he is seeing the world through a pane of leaded glass.
His thoughs are coming slower now too and he feels a calm numbness begin to spread inside him.
Dan isn't skewered. Maybe it is okay to rest. The lady these Sisters work for just wants to talk, right? Surely he'll be able charm her out of whatever servitude she has planned for him...
Yet he doesn't yield to unconsciousness. Instead, memories well up from the depths of his subconscious. Bad memories, yes, but it isn't pleasant dreams he needs to fight the numbness.
A gang of adolescents in prep school uniforms all competing to see who could sharpen their wit to deliver the deepest wound
The leader of his first pack casually tossing a man's lifeless body aside then handing Ace the dead man's knife. 'The first share of the kill, Herr Wyrmfoe.' Her voice is dripping with sarcasm.
Stacia, all four of her limbs severed, the stumps cauterized with silver, a letter on pristine stationary with a wax seal placed carefully next to her. Her mental screams barely registering next to the deafening silence in his mind where Lillys happy voice had been.
Stacia again, now whole somehow, looking on with cold satisfaction as her revenge comes to fruition. The pack of Silver Fangs begins to argue, quietly at first, then more heated. By the end there is nothing left but motionless heaps of fur and viscera coating the walls. She doesn't lift a finger. Her expression does not change.
These memories don't buoy him up. He is objectively a monster but not that kind. But they remind him that he is a child of Goat. That through all those dark times he had his stubborn dedication to the principal that it will all turn out okay as long as he commits unwaveringly to his duty and treats everyone with respect regardless of their station or circumstances.
Suddenly something shatters the glass separating him from the world. At first he thinks it is Goat but as he regains his senses he realizes Dan has severed the silver net with a magical arrow.
With more than enough precious seconds wasted on reverie he moves, scrambling free from the net and bolting toward Dan and Concrete Blonde, giving the Sister a wide berth.
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Ace is no stranger to physical pain, but no matter how intense it never lasts long. Yet another advantage he has slowly learned not to take for granted.
Despite the grace Luna has given him protecting him somewhat from her curse, the net hurts. So far he has been able to push that to the back of his mind and focus on the battle.
It seems he pushed it too far back because he missed the accompanying fatigue as it insidiously leeched its way into his bones.
He manages to lift his head a bit and he is seeing the world through a pane of leaded glass.
His thoughs are coming slower now too and he feels a calm numbness begin to spread inside him.
Dan isn't skewered. Maybe it is okay to rest. The lady these Sisters work for just wants to talk, right? Surely he'll be able charm her out of whatever servitude she has planned for him...
Yet he doesn't yield to unconsciousness. Instead, memories well up from the depths of his subconscious. Bad memories, yes, but it isn't pleasant dreams he needs to fight the numbness.
A gang of adolescents in prep school uniforms all competing to see who could sharpen their wit to deliver the deepest wound
The leader of his first pack casually tossing a man's lifeless body aside then handing Ace the dead man's knife. 'The first share of the kill, Herr Wyrmfoe.' Her voice is dripping with sarcasm.
Stacia, all four of her limbs severed, the stumps cauterized with silver, a letter on pristine stationary with a wax seal placed carefully next to her. Her mental screams barely registering next to the deafening silence in his mind where Lillys happy voice had been.
Stacia again, now whole somehow, looking on with cold satisfaction as her revenge comes to fruition. The pack of Silver Fangs begins to argue, quietly at first, then more heated. By the end there is nothing left but motionless heaps of fur and viscera coating the walls. She doesn't lift a finger. Her expression does not change.
These memories don't buoy him up. He is objectively a monster but not that kind. But they remind him that he is a child of Goat. That through all those dark times he had his stubborn dedication to the principal that it will all turn out okay as long as he commits unwaveringly to his duty and treats everyone with respect regardless of their station or circumstances.
Suddenly something shatters the glass separating him from the world. At first he thinks it is Goat but as he regains his senses he realizes Dan has severed the silver net with a magical arrow.
With more than enough precious seconds wasted on reverie he moves, scrambling free from the net and bolting toward Dan and Concrete Blonde, giving the Sister a wide berth.