[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. :) ]
It is centipede like so it is better to break the legs so it doesn't try to crawl away with any remaining limbs... But about halfway through, Amelia lets go of Henry's hand (handholding privileges temporarily on pause) and turns to face him crossing her arms.]
That's more than enough.
[And it is, truly, because the alien bug has stopped resisting and its teeth are no longer gnashing at them.]
She turns to face him, her tone enough to halt his little bout of entertainment, and he drops his hand, letting the centipede before them squirm with far less enthusiasm than before. Sure, you could say he was being pragmantic by breaking its legs -- you could also just say that there were plenty of legs to break, and therefore the most appealing target to one Henry Creel. Possibly both!]
Your part is what, exactly? If you need me to kill it outright, I can do that now, too.
[Amelia watches Henry carefully before remarking brusquely.]
If I had let you, you would have made it more agonizing than necessary for it.
[When it comes to dealing with supernatural or otherworldy creatures, Amelia prefers strong and quick solutions. If the witch can help it, these situations should be resolved in one fell swoop.]
It's causing trouble. We both know it would have tried to harm or kill us if given a chance. It's fair enough punishment.
[Says Henry who just wants to hurt something. But honestly, he makes no further effort, though he can't help but look skeptical in her direction as he lowers his hand.]
[You know what Henry? She could give a lecture about needing to self-reflect and understand if extracting the pain of living things is worth it and how that says way too much about one's self and...
Look, they still have the whole rest of the day and the performance at midnight.
So Amelia just. Moves her hand and gives Henry a light chop on the forehead.]
[Briefly sarcastically, which is proof of his real self rearing its head, though in this case that isn't necessarily bad -- it just means he's comfortable letting it shine in her presence.]
Careful. One might start to think you're not a lot of fun, Amelia.
[Fine, then. He won't stop her from doing what she needs to do.]
If you wanted fun, I would have pinched your nose instead.
[Always count on the Emerald Witch to have a variety of threats up her sleeve.
Amelia begins her work with a wide sweep of her arm. The green magic manifests into runes that cover the ground, the bodies of the monsters, and then the sides of the church. The visage of the building blinks between ruin and restoration until it finally settles on the latter. The roof is restored.
As for the monsters, their bodies dissolve into green light and disappear; they'll be transported into one of the rooms in her house so that the witch can study it before wrapping it up and feeding the remains to the Belly.
Once she's finished and there are no traces of the conflict left, Amelia lets out a deep breath and crosses her arms.]
[Would he have? It's 50-50. Either way, that never came to pass, so they'll never know.
For now, he watches her work her magic with the usual keen fascination that comes with seeing the ease with which it works. In how it sweeps the entire mess away, simply teleports the carcasses elsewhere -- presumably back into the house. Is this more meat for the Load later? Now there's a thought.
He's arching a brow at her when she's done, and at least her little stunt with bonking him on the head has reset his unhinged meter.]
And the day's only just started. Unless all this was already too much excitement for one outing?
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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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It is centipede like so it is better to break the legs so it doesn't try to crawl away with any remaining limbs... But about halfway through, Amelia lets go of Henry's hand (
handholding privileges temporarily on pause) and turns to face him crossing her arms.]That's more than enough.
[And it is, truly, because the alien bug has stopped resisting and its teeth are no longer gnashing at them.]
You've done your part, I'll do mine.
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She turns to face him, her tone enough to halt his little bout of entertainment, and he drops his hand, letting the centipede before them squirm with far less enthusiasm than before. Sure, you could say he was being pragmantic by breaking its legs -- you could also just say that there were plenty of legs to break, and therefore the most appealing target to one Henry Creel. Possibly both!]
Your part is what, exactly? If you need me to kill it outright, I can do that now, too.
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[Amelia watches Henry carefully before remarking brusquely.]
If I had let you, you would have made it more agonizing than necessary for it.
[When it comes to dealing with supernatural or otherworldy creatures, Amelia prefers strong and quick solutions. If the witch can help it, these situations should be resolved in one fell swoop.]
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It's causing trouble. We both know it would have tried to harm or kill us if given a chance. It's fair enough punishment.
[Says Henry who just wants to hurt something. But honestly, he makes no further effort, though he can't help but look skeptical in her direction as he lowers his hand.]
It almost sounds like you're disapproving.
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Look, they still have the whole rest of the day and the performance at midnight.
So Amelia just. Moves her hand and gives Henry a light chop on the forehead.]
1/3
Ow?]
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[LIKE A KID???]
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[She readjusts her glasses and glances around at the mess that was made with the centipede, harpy, blood, and ruined church roof.]
I had about over a thousand words I could have inflicted you with but I think that speaks for itself.
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Careful. One might start to think you're not a lot of fun, Amelia.
[Fine, then. He won't stop her from doing what she needs to do.]
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[Always count on the Emerald Witch to have a variety of threats up her sleeve.
Amelia begins her work with a wide sweep of her arm. The green magic manifests into runes that cover the ground, the bodies of the monsters, and then the sides of the church. The visage of the building blinks between ruin and restoration until it finally settles on the latter. The roof is restored.
As for the monsters, their bodies dissolve into green light and disappear; they'll be transported into one of the rooms in her house so that the witch can study it before wrapping it up and feeding the remains to the Belly.
Once she's finished and there are no traces of the conflict left, Amelia lets out a deep breath and crosses her arms.]
Well. That's that. [She glances at Henry again.]
A packed weekend for us both, hm?
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[Would he have? It's 50-50. Either way, that never came to pass, so they'll never know.
For now, he watches her work her magic with the usual keen fascination that comes with seeing the ease with which it works. In how it sweeps the entire mess away, simply teleports the carcasses elsewhere -- presumably back into the house. Is this more meat for the Load later? Now there's a thought.
He's arching a brow at her when she's done, and at least her little stunt with bonking him on the head has reset his unhinged meter.]
And the day's only just started. Unless all this was already too much excitement for one outing?
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