Wrath releases a low breath at the sounds, stopping and turning to look back toward the house. He can hear them, rallying together. If they are so willing to die for their boss who is already dead, they have made a choice of their own as they come pouring out into the street. It's clear enough Five's not going to be able to teleport again just yet.
"So it would seem."
And both Wrath and Five are ready for the fight. -- Their return to the shop is delayed, and they are covered in a bit of blood, clothing a bit more scuffed than before. Wrath has seen Five's own skill at killing (his own bloodlust a familiarity to Wrath, something they have in common). He is clearly efficient at it, and they made short work of the guards, especially given Five did not have the energy to teleport back. There was little choice, and he has no regrets nor guilt about the bodies they have left behind, and the blood on his hands.
The poison is increasing its hold. He feels it with every step he takes. He only hopes Emilia and Allison have made it back already or are on their way. When they reach the shop, he presses his back against the wall near the door while still managing to stand tall against it as if he does not need the wall at all to keep him up.
He radiates ancient power despite weakness - gold eyes sharp, shadows drifting out from around him against the wall, spreading away from him like tendrils over the brick.
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"So it would seem."
And both Wrath and Five are ready for the fight.
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Their return to the shop is delayed, and they are covered in a bit of blood, clothing a bit more scuffed than before. Wrath has seen Five's own skill at killing (his own bloodlust a familiarity to Wrath, something they have in common). He is clearly efficient at it, and they made short work of the guards, especially given Five did not have the energy to teleport back. There was little choice, and he has no regrets nor guilt about the bodies they have left behind, and the blood on his hands.
The poison is increasing its hold. He feels it with every step he takes. He only hopes Emilia and Allison have made it back already or are on their way. When they reach the shop, he presses his back against the wall near the door while still managing to stand tall against it as if he does not need the wall at all to keep him up.
He radiates ancient power despite weakness - gold eyes sharp, shadows drifting out from around him against the wall, spreading away from him like tendrils over the brick.