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Mind bullets
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areteus"We're calling that 'mind bullets'."
Such a matter of fact statement, spoken in that strange drawl of an accent, that so trivialised the issue. For a moment he was stunned, unable to form a response that made sense. In his mind played images of battlefields, of friends bleeding and dying, their hearts destroyed. Of bleeding happening too fast to stop with conventional medicine, massive trauma and shock in seconds. A weapon of the enemy. Used countless times against him and those he loved. Repurposed and turned back against them.
A weapon he had never felt comfortable using save in the direst of circumstances.
"Ok, Mind bullets."
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The tree outside, the red priest ranting his plans, so clearly a servant of the warp. Blood and death already scattered around him, the body of a girl with her heart torn out. The anger rises then, he reaches out to try to link with his mind, latching on to his psionic signature and pulling hard, ripping at his pattern. Mind bullets indeed, more like a thousand shards of glass ripping through tissue, tearing arteries and veins alike. The death of a thousand cuts. He feels it start to happen, small ruptures in the delicate balance of the circulation but then... nothing. An image of darkness, of wings of death, something severs the connection and he staggers, drained and powerless.
Of course he has protection... what servant of the gods wouldn't? But there is always a way around that, you just have to find it...
It is later as he kneels at the side of the dead woman that he has the epiphany. Maybe something to do with the strange figure who claims to be an ancient god who creates dreams? Maybe just more fragments of his shattered memory rising to the surface? An image of darkness and a sense of purpose. No longer the outcast, the lost Defender with no one to defend. He was here for a reason they were all here for a reason - to make sure that thing did not escape. They all had skills and abilities that would allow them to do that and he knew which skills he had been chosen for.
He had faced a being as powerful as the one trapped here before and lived.
Such a matter of fact statement, spoken in that strange drawl of an accent, that so trivialised the issue. For a moment he was stunned, unable to form a response that made sense. In his mind played images of battlefields, of friends bleeding and dying, their hearts destroyed. Of bleeding happening too fast to stop with conventional medicine, massive trauma and shock in seconds. A weapon of the enemy. Used countless times against him and those he loved. Repurposed and turned back against them.
A weapon he had never felt comfortable using save in the direst of circumstances.
"Ok, Mind bullets."
###
The tree outside, the red priest ranting his plans, so clearly a servant of the warp. Blood and death already scattered around him, the body of a girl with her heart torn out. The anger rises then, he reaches out to try to link with his mind, latching on to his psionic signature and pulling hard, ripping at his pattern. Mind bullets indeed, more like a thousand shards of glass ripping through tissue, tearing arteries and veins alike. The death of a thousand cuts. He feels it start to happen, small ruptures in the delicate balance of the circulation but then... nothing. An image of darkness, of wings of death, something severs the connection and he staggers, drained and powerless.
Of course he has protection... what servant of the gods wouldn't? But there is always a way around that, you just have to find it...
It is later as he kneels at the side of the dead woman that he has the epiphany. Maybe something to do with the strange figure who claims to be an ancient god who creates dreams? Maybe just more fragments of his shattered memory rising to the surface? An image of darkness and a sense of purpose. No longer the outcast, the lost Defender with no one to defend. He was here for a reason they were all here for a reason - to make sure that thing did not escape. They all had skills and abilities that would allow them to do that and he knew which skills he had been chosen for.
He had faced a being as powerful as the one trapped here before and lived.
