Post by Ghirahim on Aug 11, 2014 19:53:58 GMT
So called gods running from him. It was quite nice, actually, to see them reduced to, well, fearful insects, fleeing from his glorious presence.
He gave a laugh, terrible and beautiful and sparkling as he teleported forwards a good thirty paces to push a hand through a man's back and out the other side, letting him fall mid scream and pulling his arm free, blood splattering wetly to the flagged stones. Asgard really was beautiful in red. Many lay dead and dying around the feet of the white-clad man, his red cloak no where to be seen. After all, those lovely trailing tails would only get damaged under this kind of abuse. So he simply wore his tight, white suit that always lay against his pale grey skin, though now it was smeared and spattered with crimson.
There had been a little resistance against his sudden onslaught. The great Odin or even Thor that he had heard so much about were no where to be seen and by the looks of things would not be turning up any time soon.
From the right, a guard lunged at him with a long sword. Ghirahim turned, moving like a coiled snake springing for its prey, and met the strike with only two fingers, catching the blade between them and, in a single fluid motion, twisting the weapon out of the man's hand. It brought a terrible wave of pleasure over him to see the fear and lack of understanding in the man's eyes seconds before his own sword was thrust through his forehead at the speed of several knots. He shivered happily and another giggle left his white lips, pushing a hand through his hair to straighten it out only to leave a long smear of red through it.
"Oh Lord Ganon, you will be so pleased indeed." He cooed to the corpses lying at every side of him. "Oh so pleased. Just as I am so very, very pleased." Arms shifted to hug himself almost self consciously, an almost drugged smile on his face. The suffering of the people around him was all he needed.
"Oh my lord... I have carved a red path for you. We can't have those big, dark boots of yours treading on anything less, can we?"