He spots the move an instant before the skull comes flying. It's a flair of true Nine Houses style; it's a classic. Maul speeds that sharp orb of bone at him, fast enough to destroy anything in its way—
It freezes in the air an inch in front of God's forehead. The skull hangs suspended. Then it flakes away to so much pale dust, and shows God's smile, behind it.
This is when the Beast bursts into the ring.
It's a big one: approximately moose-shaped, if a moose were dripping bits of gore and strings of black ichor. If a moose probably ate wayward children and the souls of the innocent. Its rack of antlers is a heinous jumble of bone, an ugly crown, and it bugles a sound like metal dragging on metal.
The skeletons turn to this new target. The net of blood drops away, suddenly inert and liquid again. It's an opening; it's a crossroads. Maul is left free to choose his next move.
John, without a speck of surprise, says: "We could play a bit of co-op. If you'd like to join me?"
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It freezes in the air an inch in front of God's forehead. The skull hangs suspended. Then it flakes away to so much pale dust, and shows God's smile, behind it.
This is when the Beast bursts into the ring.
It's a big one: approximately moose-shaped, if a moose were dripping bits of gore and strings of black ichor. If a moose probably ate wayward children and the souls of the innocent. Its rack of antlers is a heinous jumble of bone, an ugly crown, and it bugles a sound like metal dragging on metal.
The skeletons turn to this new target. The net of blood drops away, suddenly inert and liquid again. It's an opening; it's a crossroads. Maul is left free to choose his next move.
John, without a speck of surprise, says: "We could play a bit of co-op. If you'd like to join me?"