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A lip curled upwards, the effect unsettling in what was to Messor a wry smile. "One would almost think the gods dare play the games of manipulation with me. If so..."

Holding a talon at his side as he banished the stone into a pocket dimension wrought by his magicks, electricity roiled in arcs from his palm, molten metal rolling from his scaled hide to stretch in the air. Within seconds, he lifted a heavy, triple bladed scythe in hand, screaming faces smoothly etched into its surface. Whispers kissed the air, their echoing voice the hiss of a serpent.

Malevolence crooned. "Than we ssshall play along. For now."

The whip crack of thunder, the blinding flash of white light, and a detonation ripped apart the repaired interior of the observatory, burning to ash the remnant documents of a life no longer lived. A dwelling became once again a ruin, and the smoking hole in the ceiling was the only testament to the passing of its occupant. As a storm raged into being overhead and began to roll inexorably away, the hybrid watched through eyes of lightning from the skies, grimly pleased to set about the task of bringing to heel a monster.

I come, dear Hatchet, for you. Distract this one for a time, if you will. After all, it makes this game all the more pleasurable.