[ the weight of the chainsaw swings boothill with it with no tendrils to bolster him and counterbalance it. the slice and the carnage afterward released some of that rage, but not all of it. not enough of it. then he sees that hand rolling and sliding off elsewhere, the staff clattering in its grip.
it's devastatingly familiar all over again, and it stops boothill in his tracks, the chainsaw like dead weight in his hands. shapes flash in the air in different colors, but the primary ones are different this time. CONFUSION. DELUSION. DENIAL. REMORSE?
anders has only that moment of reprieve to stagger backward, for that possession to take hold and grasp him in its steely strings. boothill's attention snaps back to anders as soon as the air flashes brightly, briefly blinding him. he throws his arm over his eyes to shield his vision before he hears the crackling fire and spitting threads of blue lightning skipping over anders' body.
the air charged with shades of red again. justice is here. boothill wants him dead for ruining his rage. ]
Get outta my way!
[ and he charges forward again even as anders, with his body bigger than all of theirs, leaps at him. boothill has no sense to dodge the lightning from his single hand as he swings the chainsaw again—this time intending to slice anders fully in half. ]
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it's devastatingly familiar all over again, and it stops boothill in his tracks, the chainsaw like dead weight in his hands. shapes flash in the air in different colors, but the primary ones are different this time. CONFUSION. DELUSION. DENIAL. REMORSE?
anders has only that moment of reprieve to stagger backward, for that possession to take hold and grasp him in its steely strings. boothill's attention snaps back to anders as soon as the air flashes brightly, briefly blinding him. he throws his arm over his eyes to shield his vision before he hears the crackling fire and spitting threads of blue lightning skipping over anders' body.
the air charged with shades of red again. justice is here. boothill wants him dead for ruining his rage. ]
Get outta my way!
[ and he charges forward again even as anders, with his body bigger than all of theirs, leaps at him. boothill has no sense to dodge the lightning from his single hand as he swings the chainsaw again—this time intending to slice anders fully in half. ]