05-04-2016, 12:38 PM
Giordano felt the recoil from the gun and watched as the girl flung her sword at him. He tried to move but found the tip of her sword plunging into his chest perhaps not at the intended mark but with enough force he could feel it pierce though to the other side.
A horrible figure road up in a phatom of ocean glory and even before Giordano fell to the ground he couldn't move. He lie dying in the grips of some unseen hands and what was left of Giordano's consciousness panicked. What was going on...
But there was little left of his awake mind, he felt her pain. He felt nothing from the oceanic figure. He didn't see the man morph back to himself nor did he see what he'd done... he could only feel what was left of his abomination of a daughter before he slipped forever into the blackness.