>>5269855>>5269858>>5269866>>5269868>>5269921>>5269962>Demand to know what the fuck he wants>Fire off at him if he starts talking.“What the fuck is it that you want from us?” You glower, your voice low. A mercurial pool of blood begins to dampen the ground around the dhampir, who the berserker holds along with the doll.
“You–” The wolf begins as you pull the trigger. A crack of light peels from your barrel’s end and toward him. He moves, quick, just as you thought–but the hall is too thin and limits his movement. The bullet grazes his torso’s side. You move for another shot, but he motions for pause. He begins to speak again.
“Corner a dog and it will bite, I suppose.” He acknowledges you before he turns his gaze toward his fallen sister. “Look at them, Ava. A cripple cavalier. A dead knight. A broken doll. You expect to make it to the bottom like this? You see what’s been made of them with just a little foresight, a few tricks?”
“...” While the dhampir doesn’t respond, her eyes seem seem cast down in shame.
“You continue this worthless journey down and I will kill them all again as many times as it takes. Know that their agony will amount to nothing. They will die because of you.” Morne continues. “Do them a favor and lead them back up. Go home.”
>Fire the rest of your shots off. Try to aim a little better.>Warn Ava that he’s merely trying to worm his way into her head.>Try to tend to Ava while Emilia slashes at him.>Write-In. 