Grey skidded across the ground like a stone skipping across a lake. He ground to a halt, his head patting softly against a stone wall and sparing him the concussion.
'Fuck…' Grey groaned. 'I really gotta stop being thrown around like I'm some sort of cheap slut or something.'
The echo of broken bone filled the air and Grey checked his body quickly, only to realize it wasn't coming from him at all.
Blood stood on the shore of the lake like a robot that had been shut down. His chin was against his chest, his arms at his sides, his body completely rigid with hardly any sign of life at all.
The moment Grey's blade had passed through Calixan's heart, it was like Blood had ceased all operation. Grey hadn't expected that, but he also wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Calixan himself, though… well, for lack of a better descriptor, it looked like he was being vacuum packed and slid through a meat grinder, all without either industrial grade item being present.
