[ jayce's lip pulls up in a silent snarl that drawls a heavy breath outward, the slant in his brows prominent with building fury and fuel to his hunger (and his rationale; he doesn't question if this is friend or foe; it's foe, now). the hammer's cracked head spread like butterfly wings blusters with a core that batters about its own orbit. like a supernova ready to blow. like a dog ready to charge. ]
I'd like to see you try.
[ the hammer glitches the space around it, a jitter of corrupted energy around its hilt and body before jayce pulls the lever— and fires a blast that not only breaks apart what it hits— it distorts, corrupts on impact completely. the rot on him spreads to the surfaces it touches. ]
skittles flavored jayce
I'd like to see you try.
[ the hammer glitches the space around it, a jitter of corrupted energy around its hilt and body before jayce pulls the lever— and fires a blast that not only breaks apart what it hits— it distorts, corrupts on impact completely. the rot on him spreads to the surfaces it touches. ]