[ it takes the harsh brunt of weilding tge hammer off of jayce's shoulders and hips, for once— and for once his chest flutters like birds' wings at the rekindled partnership that kept them together and made them so much more. jayce's expression of jolted awe is accompanied by burning eyes, on the verge of emotion at the sight. that's his partner—
he has only buckled down so fast a few times in his life; all of them included viktor. his legs station, his hips reinforce him, and he wills the excelleration rune to react. the thrum is palpable, felt around them as the blue gem in his wrist acknowledges his plea with a bright gleam. the slumbering hammer roars to life, hungry, and unfolds its behemoth wings like a butterfly's to expose its core: a growing, whirling nucleus of something primal, raw and deranged.
with a harsh, snarling shout, jayce absolutely unloads: a fervid burst of chaos errupts onto the beast. the corrupt arcane magic does not only obliterate the monster, but it leaves behind its nasty fingerprint. the area of contact is stained with greens and reds, of morphed flesh that webs outwards, hovers and glitches in place as if it were now a timeless tomb of gore and hexcorized remains. the wings of the tainted hammer whir, fold and shut down as jayce releases the weight, with only one hand. his left is searing—
when he turns his forearm upward to inspect the pain, through tightly clenched teeth and substancial exhales, the glowing blue runic gem burried in his flesh has snaked its roots up his veins. gold has cracked around crystal. it climbs, ingrains until just below his inner elbow, with a deep, unsightly gradient of purples and pinks— the same netting, uneven pattern that reflects off his cheeks in the right bounce of light.
the ache becomes a dull throb, enough that jayce can try to take his attention off it, releasing the hammer to give his good hand to viktor and help him up. they still needed to get to safety. ]
The caravan, [ he reminds; they'll figure the rest out later. ]
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he has only buckled down so fast a few times in his life; all of them included viktor. his legs station, his hips reinforce him, and he wills the excelleration rune to react. the thrum is palpable, felt around them as the blue gem in his wrist acknowledges his plea with a bright gleam. the slumbering hammer roars to life, hungry, and unfolds its behemoth wings like a butterfly's to expose its core: a growing, whirling nucleus of something primal, raw and deranged.
with a harsh, snarling shout, jayce absolutely unloads: a fervid burst of chaos errupts onto the beast. the corrupt arcane magic does not only obliterate the monster, but it leaves behind its nasty fingerprint. the area of contact is stained with greens and reds, of morphed flesh that webs outwards, hovers and glitches in place as if it were now a timeless tomb of gore and hexcorized remains. the wings of the tainted hammer whir, fold and shut down as jayce releases the weight, with only one hand. his left is searing—
when he turns his forearm upward to inspect the pain, through tightly clenched teeth and substancial exhales, the glowing blue runic gem burried in his flesh has snaked its roots up his veins. gold has cracked around crystal. it climbs, ingrains until just below his inner elbow, with a deep, unsightly gradient of purples and pinks— the same netting, uneven pattern that reflects off his cheeks in the right bounce of light.
the ache becomes a dull throb, enough that jayce can try to take his attention off it, releasing the hammer to give his good hand to viktor and help him up. they still needed to get to safety. ]
The caravan, [ he reminds; they'll figure the rest out later. ]