[Oh, he doesn't need anyone to break him out of his mind-dive, since he's hardly crept in deep enough to lose all outward awareness. It's hard to miss the ways the wall shake, and so soon after borrowing the Praying Man's perspective, it's not hard to guess at what it could be, either.
Henry's frowning a little when he returns to reality. That creature is far from the strangest thing he's seen—in fact, a demogorgon has a face that opens up in a similar way—but it’s been a long, long time since he’s come across such a monster that was not already under his control. And this one seems to have already honed in on them.
Well. He shouldn’t be too worried, should he? Maybe this will be fun.]
It’s a huge monster that looks part human and part bird. And I’m sure I don’t need to tell you… [He points a finger up, to indicate the roof of the church.] It’s already here to say hello. I’m guessing its target is our friend here?
[Henry can have fun, Amelia can be fussy and get stressed out. It's a good balance!
The witch grimly looks upwards and then back at the Praying Man. He's leaning his forehead against the pew in front of him, hands clasped tightly together like a vice.]
Well, it's more likely than not. [She's frowning as she tries to listen for any audible reactions from people outside; there is none.]
Let's... Go outside and check it out. I'm done setting up my wards here so whatever we're dealing with, it can't get in without some trouble.
[No, from what he saw, outsiders appeared completely oblivious. He wonders how big of a scene this is going to entail, and is that’s going to remain the case where they’re through.]
This creature must be powerful, though. Do you want to try to reason with it first, or should we go straight to bone-breaking?
I don't have high hopes for reasoning with it if it's going after the Praying Man but you make a good point in trying that first.
[She moves to the door and pushes it open cautiously and peeks her head out.]
The only saving grace we have is that no one can see it.
[But... Oh boy. As people pass by or walk down the path leading away from Ivory Church, the giant shadow being cast from above is very hard for her to ignore.]
He follows and leans out just enough to poke his head out, too, to the point where it looks like a scene from a movie -- two detectives trying to sneak about. In this case, a witch and a psychic tracking with their eyes a giant shadow cast along the ground.]
I've only ever tried with humans.
[He supposes there's no point in lying about that right now, and he somehow doubts Amelia would be all that surprised. But there's a small smile both on his face and in his tone.]
But I like a challenge. I'm powerful enough to try.
Amelia takes a cautious step outside and then turns around to walk backward for a few more steps before stopping to stare at the horrifying human and bird hybrid. It's the size of a truck and it has the head of a bird, including giant wings and talons in place of arms and legs. It crawls on the roof from side to side examining the humans that wander to and fro that take no notice of it at all.
And she just. Stares at it. And then pinches the bridge of her nose to fend off the impending headache as she mutters to herself.]
I still have two months left of vacation, just two more months...]
Henry should be more concerned about the size of that creature, having followed Amelia out and craning his neck upwards to truly take in the size of it, and he is conscious of the fact that it is, indeed, a dangerous-looking thing.
But he, too, is a dangerous thing, he just lacks the monster aesthetic right now.
So, of course, Henry just looks eager, eyes a little bright from anticipation.]
Come on, Amelia. It's not so bad. I bet between the two of us we can make short work of it.
Henry, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were excited.
[Amelia sets her hand down and glances around their immediate vicinity. The amount of people has lessened so she could set up some more boundaries to obscure the view of both of them. It's a little risky spellcasting in public so she'd have to keep watch for wandering eyes and Henry just in case she needs to tag in.
Well. At least the Blue Moon Belly will have a good meal the next time she visits.
The witch kneels down and starts tracing runes on the ground and while doing so, says to Henry:]
Don't make a mess and if I see that you're having trouble, we'll switch places.
[The sound of their voices makes the bird monster whip its head their way and stare at them keenly. But it goes back to scratching its talons on the roof of the church. It really wants to get inside.]
I'm always excited to properly use my powers. The opportunities have been few and far between over the years.
[Which is half true, at least. His time spent in that hell dimension afforded him plenty of opportunities, but his time in the lab, after they deemed him too dangerous, was less so.
While Amelia busies with etching runes on the ground, Henry happily turns back to look up at the monster. It seems so very determined to get in, he wonders how it'll react to a sudden invasion of the mind. Might as well find out.]
So, let's start with the usual, then.
[-is the only indicator he gives her regarding what he's doing, and he focuses his telepathy directly at the monster above. Assuming it's susceptible, he isn't gentle about it this time, not like with the Praying Man. His abilities are like a lance, skewing through. What's going on in that head of yours, bird-monster, and can he scramble things up a little to make it easier to start?]
[Needless to say, the thoughts of a monster, with less humanoid features are difficult to parse. It is absolutely determined to get inside the church though and have the Prayer Man as its first victim. Suddenly it freezes and turns its head towards Henry right when it feels the pulse of mental invasion. The wings on its bird head spread out to reveal the hideous eyeballs on the feather and the mouth with sharp teeth. It screeches and it's a piercing noise that makes Amelia flinch and glance over her shoulder.]
I'm assuming it's not the sit down and chat type of creature?
[The screech draws him out of his telepathy, but not so much because of the noise. Simply put, Henry has verified what Amelia's saying, so there's little point in communicating. He replies-]
Oh, no. Not at all.
[Correction: There's no point in communicating other than to be an asshole about it. He sends out a message all the same, whether or not the monster will understand. Two can play at this game, and when Henry is purposefully using his abilities to disturb or unnerve, it's like a burst of static in the mind. A thousand glass pieces scraping against the inside of one's skull.]
[...And he reaches out with a hand, gripping hard, his abilities cinching around the monster like a steel trap as he tries to bring it across the roof and down, pulling, pulling, pulling.]
[The alien harpy's head does a literal 180 as Henry probes into its mind and follows with a pull and it shrieks indignantly. The creature's talons grip the roof, resisting the pull of the psychic, and pieces of the tiling fall to the ground.
Amelia stands up having finished her runes of invisibility and wards. People are around them but within a few yards of the church, they stop and redirect themselves elsewhere.
What they can't avoid is the monster flapping and beating its wings, causing powerful gusts of wind and dust. The normal people just assume it's windy weather picking up. It almost makes Amelia lose some balance as the air pushes against her.]
Henry! The wings!
[And hopefully he can act fast enough for the wind knocks him off of his feet!]
[Well, it's fifty-fifty. Henry is not exactly the bulkiest, sturdiest man in this world, and the huge gusts of wind created by gigantic wings would be enough to knock him off his feet. He has enough awareness, at least, to kick a foot back as he's pushed backward, the soles of his shoes scraping against the ground.
He falls into a crouch, and one hand whips out to grab at Amelia -- for nothing more than to keep him anchored.]
I've got it.
[His other hand curls into a tight fist, and that same telekinetic force is directed solely around one of the creature's wings, pressing in a hundred fold, aiming to crinkle it up and crack the bones there like it were nothing. Big or not, it's still a bird of some sort, isn't it? They can't be all that sturdy; hollow, if he's lucky.
As for the roof it's clinging to, well. Henry also extends some effort into loosening those shingles. Sorry. Amelia can pay for the damages, right.]
[She holds onto Henry's hand and crouches to his level as well. The situation is too important to linger at the moment. Her eyes are on the bird creature as a sickening crunch echoes in the air as its wings fold in on themselves.
("Was that a tree?" wonders a passerby.)
The poor roof will be a quick fix, thankfully. The monster trips and slides down the side of the roof and with no wings to help maneuver itself, it rolls and falls to the ground in front of them.
("Whoa! Well, the church is old, I'm sure they'll have someone to go fix it," observes an older couple.)
Amelia gives a shuddery sigh in relief.]
I think that's enough. Don't push yourself too hard okay?
[handholding #4 commence He grips onto her tightly, a secondary instinct more than anything he's aware of. Right now, his focus is solely upon the creature and the injury he might inflict upon it.]
Enough? I can do more.
[Clearly he's enjoying himself, which might be worrisome to most, but Amelia is surely aware of his propensity for violence, given that day on the beach. Henry watches the thing crash down, taking bits of roof with it which clatter and skid away from its fallen form.]
Amelia wrinkles her nose at Henry and sighs. Well, it's been a long while and it is on her for setting aside his inclinations. But either way, they have a monster in front of them so immediate action is more or less warranted.]
I'm not entirely certain about it being easy but we have to put it down now and not draw it out. Can't very well just leave it here and go shopping.
[Without the mobility of its wings and having the wind knocked out of it from being pulled off the roof, the alien harpy tries to stand up on its legs. Its winged head has blood pouring out of the eyes embedded in the wings so at least it's blinded too.
An injured animal can be much more dangerous and this is no exception. In fact, facing them directly lets out another screech, and this time it's a high-pitched and high-frequency sound that stings, and Amelia flinches as her ear drums vibrate.]
Ah, but Amelia, he does like to see things suffer! He likes to drag it out. But perhaps she has a point, in which they cannot simply let it continue to fight them on ground level, for it's still able and moving -- and who is to say what kind of damage it can do if it gets too close?
What a shame. His fun will have to be cut short for now. Henry lets out a click of his tongue as the harpy screeches at him, scrunching up his face and turning his head, as though it would help ease the piecing sound reverberating in his skull.
Not that it's enough to stop his assault on the thing, and he bites out-]
Fine. Neck.
[And so it will be. Another twist of his hand, and a loud crack resonates, twisting the monster's neck at a hideously unnatural angle.]
[("Did another tree fall down? Or was that construction?")
Truly, they are lucky that magic is shielding the whole debacle. Amelia grimaces again at the truly horrendous sound of the monster's neck being snapped in half. At least it stops the screeching and the thrashing immediately ceases. Its body lays still on the ground.
Amelia hasn't let go of Henry's hand yet. She should be feeling relieved but it hasn't really set in which is an immediate warning sign for her.]
... Okay. Good job. I think that did it...
[But...?
Amelia purses her lips while looking at the monster.]
[It crumples like all things crumple when he ends their life in such a manner, though the snap of this bone is particularly loud -- and particularly satisfying.
(Only now does Henry seem to realize that their hands are still clasped together, and though it's noted, he isn't one to pull away. Not when it's clear that relief has not settled between either of them, and that there still might be danger wrought in the form of that fallen monster.)
There's dead and then there's making sure it's extra dead.
[She stops when they're several feet in front of the body. Amelia finally lets go of Henry's hand (too distracted to be distracted by that) and adjusts her glasses to peer at the monster's neck, never mind the odor of blood.]
I have to say, Henry, I'm impressed. You made a nearly clean break of it and...
[It's always gotta be one more thing. Amelia stops midsentence when she sees something wriggling inside the cavity of the neck. The body is twitching visibly again and the witch, with eyes wide, takes several wide steps backward.]
Back up, back up, back up...!!
[She'll even take Henry's hand again to pull him back with her #5 handholding commences. What's coming out of the neck? Why are those bug legs and a circular set of teeth?]
He's jerked back a few steps when Amelia tugs him backward, though his eyes are hard and fixed on the monster, with something awful throbbing in hollow of its neck.
Are those... insect legs?
And, despite himself, all he can do is bark out a sharp laugh.]
Looks like it had a passenger.
[Well, what horror is going to emerge from the corpse of this harpy? He can't wait to see.]
I've heard of piggybacking but this isn't what I had in mind.
[What bursts out of the harpy's neck can only be described as a mottled red and orange centipede but with two sets of mouths with rings of sharp teeth. Its many legs wriggle disgustingly and horrifyingly enough, though it remains halfway exposed the dead monster's body begins to stand back up. There is no motor control as it thrashes and sways back and forth.
It is aiming for the both of them as it stumbles forward to slam itself into the witch and psychic and Amelia has to tug Henry away so they can dodge.]
WHOA!! Yes, just do the same thing! Or maybe pull it out?
[Oh. A centipede. An awful, writhing thing; but Henry's seen so many writhing things, dangerous creatures that he's exited with for seven long years. This is nothing that surprises him, though it is intriguing.]
With pleasure-
[But Henry's tugged away before he can say anything else, stumbling a little to the side, shouldering straight into Amelia, but using her as something of a pillar to keep balance as he straightens and follows her suggestion.
Again, undeterred by the monstrosity before him (it helps when you're a monster, too), he reaches out with a hand and uses his telekinesis to pull it by the head, yanking upwards.
Nothing delicate about it. Like rooting a weed out of a garden. A very messy, bloody weed.
[Henry will find himself successful in his attempt to yank out the monstrous centipede although it is long. There is a lot of blood and it sprays across the walls and windows of the church as it is removed. Eventually, the rest of it comes out leaving the other body a completely empty if gory shell of itself.
The bug squirms and writhes in midair, not understanding what invisible force is keeping it from escaping. Amelia stares at it in morbid fascination and finally relief washes over her.]
Over-enthusiasm aside... I'm definitely glad I took you out with me Henry.
[Honestly, Amelia's more than capable of handling this sort of emergency monster battle herself but the feeling of having someone to team up with and support her is... Well, it's nice even if your support is a misanthropic pot of issues.]
Don't crush it midair though. There's enough blood on the walls and I don't want to clean up bug viscera either.
[And what a bloody sight that makes. A good thing they're both out of the splash zone, though that's a thought very far from Henry's mind as he wrenches the long, twisting centipede out of the harpy's corpse. Slick and red and disgusting. He lets it hang, twisting wildly but uselessly mid-air for a moment.
And he smiles again, one of his genuine ones, the kind a little sharper at the corners.]
I'm glad you did, too, Amelia. You never fail to keep the day interesting.
[A misantrhopic pot of violent issues, at that!]
Clean breaks only, then.
[Though "clean" does not mean "humane", because Henry unleashes a series of these breaks onto the insectoid, every segment of its legs snapping first. :) ]
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Henry's frowning a little when he returns to reality. That creature is far from the strangest thing he's seen—in fact, a demogorgon has a face that opens up in a similar way—but it’s been a long, long time since he’s come across such a monster that was not already under his control. And this one seems to have already honed in on them.
Well. He shouldn’t be too worried, should he? Maybe this will be fun.]
It’s a huge monster that looks part human and part bird. And I’m sure I don’t need to tell you… [He points a finger up, to indicate the roof of the church.] It’s already here to say hello. I’m guessing its target is our friend here?
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The witch grimly looks upwards and then back at the Praying Man. He's leaning his forehead against the pew in front of him, hands clasped tightly together like a vice.]
Well, it's more likely than not. [She's frowning as she tries to listen for any audible reactions from people outside; there is none.]
Let's... Go outside and check it out. I'm done setting up my wards here so whatever we're dealing with, it can't get in without some trouble.
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This creature must be powerful, though. Do you want to try to reason with it first, or should we go straight to bone-breaking?
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[Henry, are you excited about breaking bones...]
I don't have high hopes for reasoning with it if it's going after the Praying Man but you make a good point in trying that first.
[She moves to the door and pushes it open cautiously and peeks her head out.]
The only saving grace we have is that no one can see it.
[But... Oh boy. As people pass by or walk down the path leading away from Ivory Church, the giant shadow being cast from above is very hard for her to ignore.]
Henry? Are you good with breaking giant bones?
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He follows and leans out just enough to poke his head out, too, to the point where it looks like a scene from a movie -- two detectives trying to sneak about. In this case, a witch and a psychic tracking with their eyes a giant shadow cast along the ground.]
I've only ever tried with humans.
[He supposes there's no point in lying about that right now, and he somehow doubts Amelia would be all that surprised. But there's a small smile both on his face and in his tone.]
But I like a challenge. I'm powerful enough to try.
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[calm down henry
Amelia takes a cautious step outside and then turns around to walk backward for a few more steps before stopping to stare at the horrifying human and bird hybrid. It's the size of a truck and it has the head of a bird, including giant wings and talons in place of arms and legs. It crawls on the roof from side to side examining the humans that wander to and fro that take no notice of it at all.
And she just. Stares at it. And then pinches the bridge of her nose to fend off the impending headache as she mutters to herself.]
I still have two months left of vacation, just two more months...]
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Henry should be more concerned about the size of that creature, having followed Amelia out and craning his neck upwards to truly take in the size of it, and he is conscious of the fact that it is, indeed, a dangerous-looking thing.
But he, too, is a dangerous thing, he just lacks the monster aesthetic right now.
So, of course, Henry just looks eager, eyes a little bright from anticipation.]
Come on, Amelia. It's not so bad. I bet between the two of us we can make short work of it.
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[Amelia sets her hand down and glances around their immediate vicinity. The amount of people has lessened so she could set up some more boundaries to obscure the view of both of them. It's a little risky spellcasting in public so she'd have to keep watch for wandering eyes and Henry just in case she needs to tag in.
Well. At least the Blue Moon Belly will have a good meal the next time she visits.
The witch kneels down and starts tracing runes on the ground and while doing so, says to Henry:]
Don't make a mess and if I see that you're having trouble, we'll switch places.
[The sound of their voices makes the bird monster whip its head their way and stare at them keenly. But it goes back to scratching its talons on the roof of the church. It really wants to get inside.]
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[Which is half true, at least. His time spent in that hell dimension afforded him plenty of opportunities, but his time in the lab, after they deemed him too dangerous, was less so.
While Amelia busies with etching runes on the ground, Henry happily turns back to look up at the monster. It seems so very determined to get in, he wonders how it'll react to a sudden invasion of the mind. Might as well find out.]
So, let's start with the usual, then.
[-is the only indicator he gives her regarding what he's doing, and he focuses his telepathy directly at the monster above. Assuming it's susceptible, he isn't gentle about it this time, not like with the Praying Man. His abilities are like a lance, skewing through. What's going on in that head of yours, bird-monster, and can he scramble things up a little to make it easier to start?]
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[Needless to say, the thoughts of a monster, with less humanoid features are difficult to parse. It is absolutely determined to get inside the church though and have the Prayer Man as its first victim. Suddenly it freezes and turns its head towards Henry right when it feels the pulse of mental invasion. The wings on its bird head spread out to reveal the hideous eyeballs on the feather and the mouth with sharp teeth. It screeches and it's a piercing noise that makes Amelia flinch and glance over her shoulder.]
I'm assuming it's not the sit down and chat type of creature?
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Oh, no. Not at all.
[Correction: There's no point in communicating other than to be an asshole about it. He sends out a message all the same, whether or not the monster will understand. Two can play at this game, and when Henry is purposefully using his abilities to disturb or unnerve, it's like a burst of static in the mind. A thousand glass pieces scraping against the inside of one's skull.]
[...And he reaches out with a hand, gripping hard, his abilities cinching around the monster like a steel trap as he tries to bring it across the roof and down, pulling, pulling, pulling.]
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Amelia stands up having finished her runes of invisibility and wards. People are around them but within a few yards of the church, they stop and redirect themselves elsewhere.
What they can't avoid is the monster flapping and beating its wings, causing powerful gusts of wind and dust. The normal people just assume it's windy weather picking up. It almost makes Amelia lose some balance as the air pushes against her.]
Henry! The wings!
[And hopefully he can act fast enough for the wind knocks him off of his feet!]
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He falls into a crouch, and one hand whips out to grab at Amelia -- for nothing more than to keep him anchored.]
I've got it.
[His other hand curls into a tight fist, and that same telekinetic force is directed solely around one of the creature's wings, pressing in a hundred fold, aiming to crinkle it up and crack the bones there like it were nothing. Big or not, it's still a bird of some sort, isn't it? They can't be all that sturdy; hollow, if he's lucky.
As for the roof it's clinging to, well. Henry also extends some effort into loosening those shingles. Sorry. Amelia can pay for the damages, right.]
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("Was that a tree?" wonders a passerby.)
The poor roof will be a quick fix, thankfully. The monster trips and slides down the side of the roof and with no wings to help maneuver itself, it rolls and falls to the ground in front of them.
("Whoa! Well, the church is old, I'm sure they'll have someone to go fix it," observes an older couple.)
Amelia gives a shuddery sigh in relief.]
I think that's enough. Don't push yourself too hard okay?
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handholding #4 commenceHe grips onto her tightly, a secondary instinct more than anything he's aware of. Right now, his focus is solely upon the creature and the injury he might inflict upon it.]Enough? I can do more.
[Clearly he's enjoying himself, which might be worrisome to most, but Amelia is surely aware of his propensity for violence, given that day on the beach. Henry watches the thing crash down, taking bits of roof with it which clatter and skid away from its fallen form.]
Wouldn't it just be easier to kill it here?
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Amelia wrinkles her nose at Henry and sighs. Well, it's been a long while and it is on her for setting aside his inclinations. But either way, they have a monster in front of them so immediate action is more or less warranted.]
I'm not entirely certain about it being easy but we have to put it down now and not draw it out. Can't very well just leave it here and go shopping.
[Without the mobility of its wings and having the wind knocked out of it from being pulled off the roof, the alien harpy tries to stand up on its legs. Its winged head has blood pouring out of the eyes embedded in the wings so at least it's blinded too.
An injured animal can be much more dangerous and this is no exception. In fact, facing them directly lets out another screech, and this time it's a high-pitched and high-frequency sound that stings, and Amelia flinches as her ear drums vibrate.]
Spine or neck! Your choice!
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Ah, but Amelia, he does like to see things suffer! He likes to drag it out. But perhaps she has a point, in which they cannot simply let it continue to fight them on ground level, for it's still able and moving -- and who is to say what kind of damage it can do if it gets too close?
What a shame. His fun will have to be cut short for now. Henry lets out a click of his tongue as the harpy screeches at him, scrunching up his face and turning his head, as though it would help ease the piecing sound reverberating in his skull.
Not that it's enough to stop his assault on the thing, and he bites out-]
Fine. Neck.
[And so it will be. Another twist of his hand, and a loud crack resonates, twisting the monster's neck at a hideously unnatural angle.]
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Truly, they are lucky that magic is shielding the whole debacle. Amelia grimaces again at the truly horrendous sound of the monster's neck being snapped in half. At least it stops the screeching and the thrashing immediately ceases. Its body lays still on the ground.
Amelia hasn't let go of Henry's hand yet. She should be feeling relieved but it hasn't really set in which is an immediate warning sign for her.]
... Okay. Good job. I think that did it...
[But...?
Amelia purses her lips while looking at the monster.]
I need to take a closer look.
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(Only now does Henry seem to realize that their hands are still clasped together, and though it's noted, he isn't one to pull away. Not when it's clear that relief has not settled between either of them, and that there still might be danger wrought in the form of that fallen monster.)
He moves forward when she moves.]
You think it can survive a snapped neck?
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[She stops when they're several feet in front of the body. Amelia finally lets go of Henry's hand (too distracted to be distracted by that) and adjusts her glasses to peer at the monster's neck, never mind the odor of blood.]
I have to say, Henry, I'm impressed. You made a nearly clean break of it and...
[It's always gotta be one more thing. Amelia stops midsentence when she sees something wriggling inside the cavity of the neck. The body is twitching visibly again and the witch, with eyes wide, takes several wide steps backward.]
Back up, back up, back up...!!
[She'll even take Henry's hand again to pull him back with her
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He's jerked back a few steps when Amelia tugs him backward, though his eyes are hard and fixed on the monster, with something awful throbbing in hollow of its neck.
Are those... insect legs?
And, despite himself, all he can do is bark out a sharp laugh.]
Looks like it had a passenger.
[Well, what horror is going to emerge from the corpse of this harpy? He can't wait to see.]
I'll do the same to it, too.
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[What bursts out of the harpy's neck can only be described as a mottled red and orange centipede but with two sets of mouths with rings of sharp teeth. Its many legs wriggle disgustingly and horrifyingly enough, though it remains halfway exposed the dead monster's body begins to stand back up. There is no motor control as it thrashes and sways back and forth.
It is aiming for the both of them as it stumbles forward to slam itself into the witch and psychic and Amelia has to tug Henry away so they can dodge.]
WHOA!! Yes, just do the same thing! Or maybe pull it out?
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With pleasure-
[But Henry's tugged away before he can say anything else, stumbling a little to the side, shouldering straight into Amelia, but using her as something of a pillar to keep balance as he straightens and follows her suggestion.
Again, undeterred by the monstrosity before him (it helps when you're a monster, too), he reaches out with a hand and uses his telekinesis to pull it by the head, yanking upwards.
Nothing delicate about it. Like rooting a weed out of a garden. A very messy, bloody weed.
Just how successful is he?]
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The bug squirms and writhes in midair, not understanding what invisible force is keeping it from escaping. Amelia stares at it in morbid fascination and finally relief washes over her.]
Over-enthusiasm aside... I'm definitely glad I took you out with me Henry.
[Honestly, Amelia's more than capable of handling this sort of emergency monster battle herself but the feeling of having someone to team up with and support her is... Well, it's nice even if your support is a misanthropic pot of issues.]
Don't crush it midair though. There's enough blood on the walls and I don't want to clean up bug viscera either.
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And he smiles again, one of his genuine ones, the kind a little sharper at the corners.]
I'm glad you did, too, Amelia. You never fail to keep the day interesting.
[A misantrhopic pot of violent issues, at that!]
Clean breaks only, then.
[Though "clean" does not mean "humane", because Henry unleashes a series of these breaks onto the insectoid, every segment of its legs snapping first. :) ]
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