>>6342588"Hide?" Your voice is suddenly as dead and cold as your eyes. You've a tower tapped into the Prime Dragon Vein, and are a <span class="mu-i">named</span> necromancer, the Queen of Phantoms. Do they really not understand that the gap between you and them is far greater than the gap between your love-shy personality and your flashy maid outfit? The temperature drops as you gather death into your throat. "Who is it that's going to <span class="mu-i">hide</span>?"
No one moves or says a word.
"Who are they hiding from?"
No one <span class="mu-i">can</span> move or say a word.
"<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">AND <span class="mu-i">WHY</span>!?</span></span>"
Death leaps from your throat in a spell of your own invention, as once again your voice takes on the legion-tone of your uncountable phantom subjects. All their fury at the lack of respect these lunatics, these revolutionaries, these wanton criminals disrespecting their fills your words and resonates in a banshee howl. But here is where it becomes your opus, for it is not an indiscriminate thing that causes all life to wither whomst can hear it. Death resonates with rage, and focuses on the twins who thought they could give you an <span class="mu-i">ultimatum</span>.
Their brains run out of their noses in a river of blood, the focal point of death and rage stopping their hearts and bursting their grey matter like an overripe melon on the beach. Their corpses collapse moments later, the blasting rods falling out of their hands as they fold into a heap.
Your ice-blue eyes snap to the tiefling.
"Oh..." for the first time, the look she gives you is not something uncomfortable, lustful, and predatory. Rather, it's the fear of a prey-beast that has happened upon the wolf. "Oh <span class="mu-i">fuck this shit</span>, I'm out!"
Turning tail, she flees as fast as her legs can carry her.
>She is not so far away that you cannot end her with a finger of death.>Entrap her with Hold Person and rip all the secrets you can from her mind.>Follow her to whatever safehouse or hideout she thinks to flee to.>Breathe. Breathe deep. And then have Kitten the Bikini Maid apologize for letting everyone see her scary side. Tehepero~!>(Write In) 