Thread:Orion's Dagger/@comment-26362630-20180716224346/@comment-5647250-20180717051753

Timothy: (he blinks)

Hades: (the tarantula peeks out of Timothy's hood and screeches in his ear)

Timothy: What are you talking about Hades, she's clearly harbors no ill will toward us. Sometimes I wonder if your name allows the death god to influence your words.

Hades: (more indignant screeching)

Timothy: Well, I'm heading out, keep safe.

(Hades crawls back into the hood, and Timothy's eyes begin burning bright yellow as his flute extends out into full scythe form, the skull and belladonna engravings almost seem to glow across its surface. A low musical whistling can be heard as he begins to move. Like a cat, he seems to flicker across the army; he makes wide slices cutting straight through their bodies and into their souls, the flickering flames of sepia-toned werewolf souls seem to hang in the air with each slain)