He hadn't meant to. It wasn't a choice he had actively made. But there Accelerator had been: wandering around and stumbling like a new born fawn. Sleipnir normally isn't one to rely on magic, but in the moment he laid eyes on the man he was loath to be without. His initial gut instinct was to teleport away. Being anywhere around the fiend was too dangerous to allow. The risk assessment he has been doing is far from complete, especially with the added complication of Jaycetalis' point of view.
But he found him.
And he doesn't have his ability to teleport away. The power of levitation is also gone from him. Sleipnir cannot even let loose any of his darkness spells nor make any duplicates of himself. No access to his liege's armory. There is, however, one thing which has been returned to him. The ability to feel pain roils through his nervous system. And this weakness is what really decides it. Sleipnir refuses to be the man's plaything once more. Never again will he wring screams from his throat. It is time to deal with the canker.
So, he stalks him.
Follows his prey silently among the trees. It's so easy to hide in this mist and Sleipnir has been gaining experience in adapting to it. Relying on his other senses rather than sight. It's a new challenge he has been trying to relish, but once the hellish fiend graced his vision everything went sour. Idly he wondered if the man could smell fear... he'll have to disable the man quickly if this is the case. He doesn't know of any humans who can taste fear, but Sleipnir isn't willing to chance it. He won't give the man the opportunity again.
He stalks him downwind.
Follows Accelerator until the man has come to a rest. Has he sensed him? Is he like Vander and can move as if there were no fog at all? Kill him. End him now before he fires something. Before he tackles and lays a hand on Sleipnir's throat. Before he is on his back and staring at trees. Trees instead of concrete. Would then trees become a trigger for whatever is wrong with Sleipnir's mind? Maybe the fog. He can't have fog spiral him off into an episode, he won't be able to rest or to find the vent— not to mention what it will be like in the marshlands of Waloed. No. Sleipnir cannot and will not let it happen.
This ends here.
Hunting like this isn't Sleipnir's usual go-to for killing someone. He prefers to duel them, although not necessarily anything structured. No, he wants a good fight, a challenge, even if it is so very rare. But this? No. He will not give his opponent the chance to do what he did last time. Never again.
Never again.
Sleipnir maneuvers himself quickly and quietly to the tree above Accelerator. He balances himself easy gripping the tree bark with his new lowly human strength and pulls the long dagger from his boot sheath. He holds the hilt with the blade pointed down— it's his intention to drop from the tree and use the fall to tear his blade through the man's arm. Then he need only bring the blade back up and strike either across the throat, into his lungs, or barring any further openings into the gut.
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He hadn't meant to. It wasn't a choice he had actively made. But there Accelerator had been: wandering around and stumbling like a new born fawn. Sleipnir normally isn't one to rely on magic, but in the moment he laid eyes on the man he was loath to be without. His initial gut instinct was to teleport away. Being anywhere around the fiend was too dangerous to allow. The risk assessment he has been doing is far from complete, especially with the added complication of Jaycetalis' point of view.
But he found him.
And he doesn't have his ability to teleport away. The power of levitation is also gone from him. Sleipnir cannot even let loose any of his darkness spells nor make any duplicates of himself. No access to his liege's armory. There is, however, one thing which has been returned to him. The ability to feel pain roils through his nervous system. And this weakness is what really decides it. Sleipnir refuses to be the man's plaything once more. Never again will he wring screams from his throat. It is time to deal with the canker.
So, he stalks him.
Follows his prey silently among the trees. It's so easy to hide in this mist and Sleipnir has been gaining experience in adapting to it. Relying on his other senses rather than sight. It's a new challenge he has been trying to relish, but once the hellish fiend graced his vision everything went sour. Idly he wondered if the man could smell fear... he'll have to disable the man quickly if this is the case. He doesn't know of any humans who can taste fear, but Sleipnir isn't willing to chance it. He won't give the man the opportunity again.
He stalks him downwind.
Follows Accelerator until the man has come to a rest. Has he sensed him? Is he like Vander and can move as if there were no fog at all? Kill him. End him now before he fires something. Before he tackles and lays a hand on Sleipnir's throat. Before he is on his back and staring at trees. Trees instead of concrete. Would then trees become a trigger for whatever is wrong with Sleipnir's mind? Maybe the fog. He can't have fog spiral him off into an episode, he won't be able to rest or to find the vent— not to mention what it will be like in the marshlands of Waloed. No. Sleipnir cannot and will not let it happen.
This ends here.
Hunting like this isn't Sleipnir's usual go-to for killing someone. He prefers to duel them, although not necessarily anything structured. No, he wants a good fight, a challenge, even if it is so very rare. But this? No. He will not give his opponent the chance to do what he did last time. Never again.
Never again.
Sleipnir maneuvers himself quickly and quietly to the tree above Accelerator. He balances himself easy gripping the tree bark with his new lowly human strength and pulls the long dagger from his boot sheath. He holds the hilt with the blade pointed down— it's his intention to drop from the tree and use the fall to tear his blade through the man's arm. Then he need only bring the blade back up and strike either across the throat, into his lungs, or barring any further openings into the gut.
He drops from the tree.]