[ He spares only the briefest glance to the woman at his side, watches her drop to a knee and laugh as though the sound is the only thing keeping her consciousness tethered to her frame as she feels the fire eat away her double as keenly as if the flesh were her own. Far be it from him to judge. He's felt the sting of death and agony far more times than he can count.
It will be over soon, anyroad. In some last-ditch, pathetic effort at vengeance, the mannequin, half-melted and charred, lunges at him.
Snap.
The flames still clinging to its frame suddenly roar to life as if they'd been doused in fuel, sending the mannequin up in a towering inferno, a white-hot flash of fire that turns what might be left of the creature into so much ash. It's there and gone again in the space of a breath, kind in how quickly it happens but cruel for the sheer intensity of it. This stranger does not have the mercy of a swift end to bear her away from the pain, but Emet-Selch doesn't feel particularly bad about it. She knew the risks, and found them worth it.
He gives her a few moments, at least, and doesn't wander away to leave her to her own devices. ]
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It will be over soon, anyroad. In some last-ditch, pathetic effort at vengeance, the mannequin, half-melted and charred, lunges at him.
Snap.
The flames still clinging to its frame suddenly roar to life as if they'd been doused in fuel, sending the mannequin up in a towering inferno, a white-hot flash of fire that turns what might be left of the creature into so much ash. It's there and gone again in the space of a breath, kind in how quickly it happens but cruel for the sheer intensity of it. This stranger does not have the mercy of a swift end to bear her away from the pain, but Emet-Selch doesn't feel particularly bad about it. She knew the risks, and found them worth it.
He gives her a few moments, at least, and doesn't wander away to leave her to her own devices. ]
Are you able to stand?