Snippet #1266995

Ah, voodoo. The spoiled child of dark magic. The thought of that bile having any connection with magic makes me sick. It's all hexes, curses, jinx...ect. Their real power comes from sacrificing, from someone else or themselves. By the end they have power but the have nothing else, not even there own minds. Grey only heard some of the imp's words. Now, this seem and feels like a master and slave makeup. You know, If you let me train you before all of this you could see and rip his spell work to ash. All Grey did was stare at the man, his fists at his sides, shaking. Seeing him does explain my inability to sense beyond these walls. if they have him they have to be ready for anything. Well, almost anything. It snickered but stopped as in noticed something. Grey?

A black cold fear moved throw his whole body. A type of fear had a life of its own and did what it wanted. In the past he fought, but mostly thugs and thieves. At one time he took down a small gang that tried to take money from the shop...but this was nothing like he has been though. Grey started to slide his left foot back, not like a stance but to flee. Every fiber of his being wanted to run...but were. Even though he looked ready to run he know that the only thing behind him was a wall. Listen, fear is normal. Fear can tell the you the difference between courage and stupidity. Grey edged back a little more. Because of what you are, your going to fight something like him, even something worse one day. Your going to have to fight and show you are far beyond his poultry skills.

Grey just stood there and watched as Jake and War went for the man. He watch as the man countered there every move. Grey's shaking stopped and he took a neutral stance again as he realized that he has to fight. Not to show off but to protect the other. They were all very capable, but if he fought he can take damage instead of them and defend them if needed. As the fear left him it was like a veil lifted from his eyes and he saw a black aura surrounded the convict like a mist.

The bees flew all over the plays. They circled around Grey moving in to attack, when suddenly a number of thin blood tentacles flew of Grey's body, some tearing throw his shirt at the shoulders, and took out the bees. Have we grown a back bone? Taking an attack stance, Grey charged the convict. Just as he started the charge, Grey brought up his left arm and made a backhanded swinging motion. A dozen inch long blood darts flew at the convict. After a couple more steps he He leaped at him. A blood machete formed in his right hand. His plan was to distract him with the darts and strike at the shrunken head.