Snippet #2695612

While their car had yet to enter the chasm, a location where magic was null, he started putting his mind to figuring out how he was going to spend the next few minutes passing through it. His recollection of the properties that chasms possess is that when one enters their gravity is pulled to the exit, focusing anything entering on falling through until it emerges into normal space again. While the train was designed to ferry people safely through it didn't mean it was the only means of crossing a chasm. Falling would get people across just fine so long as they had a means of managing the landing.

Which he could do just fine. He just needed to prepare a body to take care of his fall past the chasm.


“Okay here's how this works you two. You want to follow, here's what I am doing. Once we get into the chasm a good way, maybe a minute or two in, we're jumping off. We're going to out race that train and get the other side first, at which point we make our way to the next near chasm that doesn't lead to a Crusader World and then we go our separate ways unless you can prove to me you intend to go to war to fuck up the crusader's entire way of life. Because if there is one thing that they have done... its fucking piss me off.”

"Fair enough. I'll get to making my way across." He casually replied, only half-listening to what she had to say. For the most part he generally tuned out most of what everyone was saying as it was by and large irrelevant to him. He knew what he was doing, he didn't need to be told as such by his current company.


His interest quickly waned in the ongoing conflict as it seemed the two were most focused on executing foes quickly. It was boring, dispatching foes simply as a means to an end. He found it mildly amusing that the two might find some of her methods brutal. Perhaps effective in it's own right but brutal? Far from it.

He picked up the dead body of a large crusader slain by Sam and took it out to the back balcony. He wasn't going to be long, most certainly not long enough to enter the chasm before he was done.


With his knife he engraved runes on the dead body, a handy way of getting a spell to go off without taking time to verbally and physically cast it. Finished with that he simply carved open the torso, cracking open the ribs with his enhanced strength and removing the organs from within. With a level of confidence bought with much practice he paid little to no mind to the meat he was tossing into the landscape fading below them. When it came to operating on bodies he was skilled enough to not concern himself with minute details, handling all the specifics on instinct. With the body hollowed out it was going to serve nicely as his vessel once out of the chasm. The broken ribs provided nice little handles to hold onto as well.

He waited at the back, looking over the side to the front of the train with an impatient frown as he chasm started to close in. With the three handling them he was fairly sure the crusaders would be of little inconvenience before he was ready to dive in, body under arm.