Re: Brushfires and Blades (ranger and Ubberific) GMed by Courage Wolf
None of the children spared Nysa another word, or even looked at Emi, because the girl that had bent over Guile was quietly sobbing, and reached up to grab the rags of the one that had screamed at Nysa, tugging gently and shaking her head. All of this bickering, and arguing, and Nysa's reaction to a spell that hadn't even made it passed the collar of a frightened and injured 8 year old child, had taken too much time. "He's dead Sue" She said quietly.
It was the truth, the children moved aside for Emi to check his pulse herself, it had gone still, as had his breathing. Sue stomped up to Nysa, and spoke quietly, her fists clenched in their chains in a voice that sounded far to old for that of such a small child. "On your hands... My little brothers death is on your hands." Turning to walk away and hide her tears, she led the children away, barely older then the rest of them towards the anvil of a smithy the pair could see a short distance away, and stoically refused any help of any kind from the two women, refusing to even speak to them. Any further bickering between the two women was interrupted by a bitter voice cutting through the air that they both recognised, and that sent a chill down their spines, because the fury in it was apparent, even if the words were spoken with a calm that only reminded them of the eye of a hurricane...
"So... I see it was a painful mistake to even think about letting you atone for your abuse of power on your own, and it has cost the life of a child. That little girl is only half right, the life of this boy is on my hands as much as yours. I see now that I was far too lenient, Thinking you could learn a lesson rather then simply keep doing what has gotten you in trouble in the first place." Each word was spoken with a finality that more then anything made Nysa cringe, because they were levelled, one and all, at her.
Nysa couldn't run, or even move, her body was frozen in place by his stare alone as Emi's anklet detached and fell away, Gregor floating it up to his hand as it spun in his grip and grew into a collar far more elaborate then the one the child had worn. "I will not have the life of another child on my hands" He said dangerously as he strode forward and snapped the metal around Nysa's throat. There wasn't even a lock, it was perfectly seamless and Nysa could already feel her power barred from her.
"I wash my hands, of both of you, and that collar will morph as you do, so don't try slipping it. I sentence you to live or die on the power of your muscles, and the grace of your friends alone. Only an Angel may remove that collar, Pray it isn't one that has heard of your pathetic selfishness here, because they'll kill you for it. Emi dear, you're free to do whatever you want after you reach the desert, I hold you partially responsible, you will complete your assignment"
Gregor spat on the ground before walking away and vanished in another thunderclap, the lightning striking as before and leaving another scorch mark where a man of power had once been.
