The identity of the victim does not fully register for Elidibus until he has almost fully crossed the gap. When it does he allows the dual-pronged feeling of fear and fury to drive his sword arm in a vicious arc - justice raging into vengeance between one heartbeat and the next. The blade cleanly severs the tentacles that have bound themselves to Popp and, maskless, glyphless, his wings flare as if he were an avenging angel.
"βάλλ' εἰς κόρακας!" Elidibus spits, the ancient words for him and him alone.
With a fluid motion he stabs the point of his staff deep into the creature, following it up with fierce kick to gain them some manner of distance from the explosion to come. He's killed other Devourers with less force. His last action is one borne entirely of protective instinct. Throwing himself over Popp, Elidibus curls both himself and his wings around the boy as best he can. A desperate shield.
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The identity of the victim does not fully register for Elidibus until he has almost fully crossed the gap. When it does he allows the dual-pronged feeling of fear and fury to drive his sword arm in a vicious arc - justice raging into vengeance between one heartbeat and the next. The blade cleanly severs the tentacles that have bound themselves to Popp and, maskless, glyphless, his wings flare as if he were an avenging angel.
"βάλλ' εἰς κόρακας!" Elidibus spits, the ancient words for him and him alone.
With a fluid motion he stabs the point of his staff deep into the creature, following it up with fierce kick to gain them some manner of distance from the explosion to come. He's killed other Devourers with less force. His last action is one borne entirely of protective instinct. Throwing himself over Popp, Elidibus curls both himself and his wings around the boy as best he can. A desperate shield.
The explosion comes, and with it - memory.