[ My boy, how do you know he moans the word money while surrounded by all his towers of hard earned cash? The statement is so profoundly bizarre and specific that he cranes his neck to give him a what the fuck glance, giving the other imp ample time to dash beneath his feet and cripple one of his legs.
If his earlier cry was inhuman then the one Mammon lets out is a step or two above it. The frustration and unfamiliar, painful sensations ripping through his body are enough to make him realize he needs to whip out the big guns. Fast. One last stand before he inevitably slinks away to lick at his wounds. ]
He’s not going anywhere with those legs, neither are you. Should’ve taken care of you at the gate, you fucking [ HONK ]!
[ Blitzø has him crouched on one knee but he ought to savor the moment as long as he can because, after trying to stand up again and finding he can’t, Mammon lets out frustrated scream that reverberates off the walls before seeming to do his disappearing act.
But he hasn’t disappeared, perhaps Fizz can warn him before a flurry of spider-like appendages explode out of the cloud. In his rage he isn’t even aiming precisely, he is going for any piece of the imp he can get at this point. An eye for an eye, as it were.
He wants his attention? He has it. All of it. ]
What’ll you do, then? You gonna be the big fuckin’ hero or are ya gonna let him bleed out? Not gonna lie, he’s looking a little green.
[ Self-preservation at its finest, the idea of sticking around and having the dumpster diver hack away at him when he is unaware of his freshly acquired limits is about as off putting as taking a sick day. ]
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If his earlier cry was inhuman then the one Mammon lets out is a step or two above it. The frustration and unfamiliar, painful sensations ripping through his body are enough to make him realize he needs to whip out the big guns. Fast. One last stand before he inevitably slinks away to lick at his wounds. ]
He’s not going anywhere with those legs, neither are you. Should’ve taken care of you at the gate, you fucking [ HONK ]!
[ Blitzø has him crouched on one knee but he ought to savor the moment as long as he can because, after trying to stand up again and finding he can’t, Mammon lets out frustrated scream that reverberates off the walls before seeming to do his disappearing act.
But he hasn’t disappeared, perhaps Fizz can warn him before a flurry of spider-like appendages explode out of the cloud. In his rage he isn’t even aiming precisely, he is going for any piece of the imp he can get at this point. An eye for an eye, as it were.
He wants his attention? He has it. All of it. ]
What’ll you do, then? You gonna be the big fuckin’ hero or are ya gonna let him bleed out? Not gonna lie, he’s looking a little green.
[ Self-preservation at its finest, the idea of sticking around and having the dumpster diver hack away at him when he is unaware of his freshly acquired limits is about as off putting as taking a sick day. ]
Tick tock, boy.