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Post by Oliver on Jul 16, 2011 1:55:58 GMT -5
Oliver clearly wasn’t happy with that answer, but it would have to do. Somehow, he doubted they would be able to help anyhow, or least be of any use that wasn’t laced with deceit. He turned back to the frozen ghouls, content in his eye and a furrowed brow.
“Ya’ sorry.” He was conflicted, unsure. “We’l, now t’at we got t’em vulnerable…” He grinned and slowly walked up to the two, frozen in time. “W’y not ‘ave some fun.” He reared his hand, forming a fist. He sent it flying into the Hag’s face, its head jerking hard to the left, but still frozen. He spun next, facing the Wolf and sent an upper-cut straight into his chin, his head snapping back and stopping suddenly just as the Hag’s had. Once the spell wore off, they’d feel the full force of the attacks and this thought made Oliver smile with a delighted, albeit, twisted glee.
“Ok, le’s go.” He turned and went back up the stairs and out, back into the hall of the Garden, waiting for Lillith to follow.
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Post by Lillith on Jul 16, 2011 2:13:45 GMT -5
::Lillith clearly wasnt amused by Oliver's rather spiteful actions::
Was that really necessary?
:: she seemed to notice the look he was giving her; a mix of confusion and disgust::
I know, they probably deserve that and more. That doesn't mean I like seeing you act that way. You scare me when you do that.
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Post by Oliver on Jul 16, 2011 2:30:16 GMT -5
Oliver was rubbing his fist when they reunited. He was embarrassed by it but, as Lillith had stated, it was not as if they didn't deserve that and more. He turned his away from her, not wishing to make eye-contact.
"Ya', guess t'e Red Dragoons made an' last'in impression on me." He retorted. Though a part of him believed it to be his father, those cursed genes and their unbridled, animalistic rage that they fueled in his veins. He also, despite everything, needed to vent somehow, having kept so much bottled up since the failure at the tower.
He sniffed, holding back deep buried feelings. "So w'at now? Didn't real'y get much outa t'em." He kept staring away, down the hall opposite Lillith, his voice trailing off. "We jus-" Suddenly, fueled with rage he turned to the stone wall and sent his fist straight into it, cracking it underneath. There followed a loud crack then a trickle of blood seeping down the stone surface. "Dam'it!" He cursed, letting a tidal wave of emotion to flow out. "It 'as per'ec, 'ad a'l me duck in'a row, I did." His accent flooding back to him with the same ferocity as the outburst. "Nut'in cou'd'a gone 'rong." He leaned his head against the wall, lightly tapping his forehead against it. "'ail, 'ail 'indb'um, 'ail'ed Iole, 'ail'ed me team, 'ailed me dad, an 'ailed meself." He rolled his head to the side, his one good eye looking back to Lillith. "Probab'y 'ook pretty pat'etic dun' I?" He rolled over onto his back. "Ye mind if I 'ave a lil'time to myse'f? T'ink we're bot' a lil' tired from all t'is. Few more 'ours won't make a 'ick of difference."
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