01-18-2022, 03:00 AM
Grym was silent as the grave once they found their freedom. In truth, she didn't speak because she was so furious she couldn't make the words form on her lips. Zef was furious enough for the both of them, and she did not halt the ferocity with which she confronted Jerry. His betrayal was inconceivable, but Grym had to assume this power of the gods was like a poison. It changed everything once it took hold.
Zef's gun was properly aimed. Grym came up to stand beside her friend, spitting on the ground as she did. Unlike the firearm, she was still holding the battle axe. It's double crescent edge was dark with the sludgy blood of her kills. She dug in her feet, snarled and out right lept at Jerry. She'd never lashed out with so much anger before, but she swung the axe at his head like she was going to cleave it clean from his shoulders.
((ooc: she has attacked with a big swing.))
Zef's gun was properly aimed. Grym came up to stand beside her friend, spitting on the ground as she did. Unlike the firearm, she was still holding the battle axe. It's double crescent edge was dark with the sludgy blood of her kills. She dug in her feet, snarled and out right lept at Jerry. She'd never lashed out with so much anger before, but she swung the axe at his head like she was going to cleave it clean from his shoulders.
((ooc: she has attacked with a big swing.))
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