Thread:Jallybwan/@comment-31680260-20170905052600/@comment-26234016-20171003012434

You slide your katars over your hands, and let shadow filter in through your vision. You feel... warm. No, cold, no, warm, no, cold, no–

It hurts/feels so right.

You move forward quickly. Inhumanly quickly. You were never human. Your katar is an extension of you as it slides through one of their heads like a knife through warm butter. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Damien fighting one of the other Malachai.