Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
Aspel/Merri/Drake/Ari - R rating warning for graphic violence - Complete.
Drake was trying to take the woman down.
At least, that would seem a reasonable guess with where his blows were aimed to be landed. With the three of them in such close quarters - even with the mist - it wasn't hard to notice he was aiming uncharacteristically high. Realistically, maybe it was to disarm the woman but hurting her arms as a whole, or to knock her out by a good blow to the head, but... That wouldn't stop this, it would continue if this wasn't resolved now. They couldn't handle another attack like this, they couldn't save people from getting killed if she broke out of prison, they would put more lives in danger if this wasn't ended tonight, right here, and right now.
Another high aimed kick on the woman was dodged, but the unfortunate part for her was that in trying to duck out of the way to one side of Drake's kick, she drove herself downward towards the up swing of Aspel's sledgehammer.
A sickening cracking of bones rung through the area at the contact the hammer made. This one busting through her ribs and collapsing the woman's chest in on her internal organs. There was a sucking of breath, one garbled with liquid filled lungs as she would try to speak, try to scream in pain and before anyone else could act or think, the woman was falling to her knees, clutching at her chest.
"May Faram forgive your sins." Came the low commentary, something haunted in the smith's voice, and saddened by the sight of the woman before her and Drake. A hint in her voice gave an echoing of her past as the woman looked up at them, a fear in her eyes as Aspel raised her sledgehammer again.
The next strike earned another breaking of bone as a series of cracks and busting of the hume body before Aspel continued. The woman's skull caved in at the strike of the hammer, and the grey matter of her brain sprayed splattering across the cobbled stones below their feet. Half of the scientists face was decimated in the single blow and a flash of a nightmare that held roots in reality surged through Aspel's brain, but only for a moment before she pulled the sledgehammer back, giving it a jerk to shake the sludge of the woman's brain from her weapon.
With that, the body fell, slumping over itself, and Aspel's grip on the hammer loosened, allowing the head of the weapon to come to a rest against the street below their feet. Bending down, a gloved hand moved to close the eye lid over the woman's singular fear frozen eye before Aspel's posture straightened and the roon of prayer was taken with only the briefest glance at Drake. Something in her chest tightened her heart, and her mind instantly hoped he wouldn't deem her a monster because... in the end the blow she had delivered to the scientist before them, well... It was the least painful, and most merciful end Aspel could offer.
No one else with her needed this to plague their soul, and what was one more thing to put on top of the list of sins Aspel already had over flowing?