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Post by The Madness on Jun 18, 2015 10:17:40 GMT -6
Splat. In the end, the head was of no true importance. A mere little trinket the being had clung onto for some reason. Even it was not sure on why... Perhaps it was still affected by the man that had been. Or perhaps... Bah, useless. Thinking about such things were useless in the grand scheme of the world and the being's plans. If the head had to be crushed for the girl to leave, then it'd allow such. The head let out a rather wet sound as it got hit, almost exploding into rotten bits of flesh as they flew.
Oh well. It'd take the best it could from this situation, quickly turning around as the girl flew onto the ground, spinning it's spear for a moment before then striking forwards with gusto, attempting to quite literally drive the spear trough the other's back, or at the very least deep into her flesh all the while still avoiding any important parts. It didn't want her to die, after all. That would be such a waste of a beautiful corpse and a beautiful mind it could tear apart and rearrange as it wished. That was the beauty of the mind.
One little speckle of madness could be planted from within and the whole system would collapse into utter anarchy... Beautiful, twisted, uncontrollable yet so primal! Beautiful art, truly. And it was the artist of this anarchy fulled masterpiece. Just it. It alone, could bring madness to even the calmest flower in the world.
It almost laughed at that.
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