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Reichart Faust (headhunting) wrote in forgotten_gods,

The force itself of this man's blow was enough to unhinge a good portion of Faust's head, which was rather unpleasant, however, it wasn't surprising from an immortal like this. The blonde woman had already explained that she was related to this man by means of a sibling relationship, so who was the say that strength didn't run in the family? However, Faust had his own abilities to withstand force, his body cursed to live forever and to be made for one purpose only: to keep alive until the job was done.

And he was so close, the sword in his hand while the man was occupied with trying to smash his face in and it only took one hard push and his bloodlust finally found what it had been searching for, the blood running down the metal, quenching the thirst of the blade. Faust tilted his head to reposition it, his other hand rising slowly from its previous hold on the sword's hilt to turn his head on the right way again.

Dark haunted eyes looked straight into Zelus' as a sneer played about the Horseman's lips before Faust grasped the man's hair in a fistful and pulled his head back, exposing his neck. With the sword keeping Zelus momentarily in place, the Horseman spared a glace over to where he could sense a fourth person in the doorway.

Faust was used to threats, although if she wanted her head to be taken as well, she would just have to wait in line.

"Here is your amusement," he growled at Zelus, roughly pulling out the sword, purposely twisting the metal in the process.