Re: Abaddon & Scion
"Sonofabitch," Scion muttered under his breath. This bitch is gonna make me do this the hard way, dammit. Fine. No way am I gonna take the stairs after that little display. Showoff. Extending his hands into wicked looking claws almost as long as he was tall, Scion began climbing after Abaddon. It was a good thing he was in excellent shape too, because while his arms were shifted into their semi-metallic form and were impervious to most damage, his back and shoulders were screaming at him halfway through the climb.
The sharp sound of a window sliding open made him whip his head to his left. A guard had spotted them climbing up the wall, and he was white as a sheet with shock, but he was still holding up a gun, and it was aimed straight at Frederick, when it wasn't shaking too hard to aim at anything in particular. Scion's pulse shot through the roof.
He heard a click that he figured must be the gun being cocked, and he reacted on instinct. He dug his right claws into the wall for support while his left arm whipped out, elongating further than he'd ever tried to until he'd snatched the guard by the arm. A shot went off into the night, and the sound startled Scion into yanking the man right out of the window with a crack of broken bone as he broke the guard's arm. In his startlement, Scion then let go, panicked, and the man he had been holding fell to his death two stories below with a sickening crunch of broken neck.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," Scion muttered madly to himself, scrambling to get a good hold on the wall before him and freezing, in shock over his own actions. For all his bluster, Frederick had never killed a man before. He didn't think he'd even broken someone's arm before. He just stood there, as if glued to the wall, his face looking pasty and gray. Even his bright green eyes looked dim somehow.
"It was an accident," he whispered to himself. He could feel his gut roiling with nausea, and still he couldn't move.