Re: Freedom Fighters (Tassy, Blue, Aust and Hafnium) (Temp: Keylo, Blarg)
The sight was...unpleasant to say the least, at least, that's what the shiver down Ares's spine seemed to imply. She had encountered the goblins multiple times before granted, driven them back and sent them sprawling into unconsciousness or crying home. Sometimes against the most unpleasant and inconsolable ones, she had slew them...no stranger to death she was at least. But such an awful degree of carnage, it was...horrible. Repulsive, over the top...thrilling.
It's then that a hand, her own, quickly reaches to cusp her mouth as she turns away for a moment, averting her eyes and seeming to observers as if she was going to be sick perhaps. But no...instead, she found herself...smiling, grinning widely in spite of her inhibitions at the awful...awful...wonderful sight she had just beheld. Somewhere inside her, a powerful fire had begun to burn, one that seemed to tell her that scenes such as this were where she belonged. Among fields of corpses, engaged in life threatening situations playing games of death... It'd be so easy for her to join too, perhaps introduce her companions to it as well.
She would simply cite her wish to aid the goblins, propose that in order to save their lives, the dog people must die. They would no doubt be hesitant of course, few of them had even seen death, much less to this extent. And the first combat...the first kill would be the hardest. But over time, they'd come to see its wonders. The pleasure in reaching forth, and dripping the ichor out of the livin-
No, no no! What was she thinking? It was bad enough that this desire was burning within her, but to include others as well? To throw her fellow sisters into danger, when she had come to be their guardian? Madness, utter madness. No, it was better to come up with a more reasonable course of action...perhaps negotiation at first, approaching them, and lending a voice of reason amongst chao- Or using the battle to their advantage, opting for stealth...sneaking up behind the kobolds and piercing their hear- No really, enough of that train of thought. Or thinking in general for a bit, clearly something was a bit off with her mind, and she should leave it to others for now.
Rubbing her temples, lifting her hand away from her mouth, Ares takes a deep breath...and another...then turns to face her companions again, having now adopted a rather grim and stoic visage.
"...Well, then...what to do? Shall we take a side? Slay or incapitate one faction, then befriend the other? Knock all of them out and have them cease the bloodshed? Or march up there and attempt to reason with them using reason and words?..."
Though of course, the need for that would fade as Shivara approached, and thus Ares would as well...trident in hand as walking stick...but in preparation for the worst. She wouldn't speak here, it wasn't her place really.
