[Even as he walks away, the words carried on the wind back to Megatron and the dying man gagging of a mouthful of shadows on the cold sand of Scorpion's Bend.]
But there's not time for delicate work and the next one might find himself more inclined to open his mouth, standing in the blood of his friend.
[Heading back in to the fray, sneaking along the borders of the fights until he finds another one. Another man who shoots too late, who obeys too quickly, the tremor in the limbs increasing as the darkness catches up to him to drag him away.
The heavy blanket of writhing shadows swallows the man before he can even scream and the Darkling comes back, the man dragged behind him, tied in ropes and already bleeding.]
no subject
[Even as he walks away, the words carried on the wind back to Megatron and the dying man gagging of a mouthful of shadows on the cold sand of Scorpion's Bend.]
But there's not time for delicate work and the next one might find himself more inclined to open his mouth, standing in the blood of his friend.
[Heading back in to the fray, sneaking along the borders of the fights until he finds another one. Another man who shoots too late, who obeys too quickly, the tremor in the limbs increasing as the darkness catches up to him to drag him away.
The heavy blanket of writhing shadows swallows the man before he can even scream and the Darkling comes back, the man dragged behind him, tied in ropes and already bleeding.]