He was only trying to rest...
Soon however, he realized that in defeating Shadar, he had not defeated Shadar fully. There were many things that he would come to understand, the first and foremost being, when a man kills a harpy’s master, the harpy tends to get pissed, very fast. As he tried to regain some energy after exhausting himself on the other thief, he felt talons dig deep within the flesh of his back. Grunting softly as his nerves were finally starting to protest to this most heinous treatment of his body the Harpy flew directly towards the nearest shard preparing to skewer him alive.
Daggers fell from his hands as this occurred, the pain finally causing him to act like he had a pain limit. It had been a long time since pain had caused him any serious discomfort, and yet here it was. Flailing at the bird he watched as she dipped preparing to drive that metal shard straight through his chest. Shaking his head he tried to grab for the bird's foot as he shouted out, pain evident in his voice, "You'd be surprised what you can live through you damn canary!"
Red energy arced over his body as he tried to thrust it into the bird, unsure if he would survive, however, he knew he was done for, as the bird continued its crash course he turned back just in time to see the shard begin to enter his chest. As the momentum of the Harpy continued to push him against it, it pierced his leather vest with ease, and he slid down into the dark embrace of the cold steel. Immediately his body went limp as he closed his eyes, shuddering as he felt his heart being pierced. He was dead; he knew it and his body craved it.
Closing his eyes, blood began to drip from his mouth as the hole in his heart made way for the crimson fluid to go where it had sought previously. Closing his eyes he muttered half to himself with his final breathe, "Draw."
Liliana covered her mouth with her hand as she saw the brutal display, Seth had a vicious streak she knew, but seeing it again, so viciously attacking the other man was surreal. The man that had been so kind and gentle, had been like that? She couldn’t even fathom how the thief she knew had become so cruel and vindictive, but she knew that he wasn’t succumbing to his baser instincts, he was those instincts. The thief she loved while there, had lowered himself into the depths of darkness to survive, and this was the result.
She knew she would have to help him now more than ever to raise back up.
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