He can feel the tension in the air, the way that the people here struggle and how they hate those that oppress them. It’s the shred of omniscience that Kenos couldn’t take, though it surely wanted to. He could feel the conflict thrumming through the streets like it was his own veins.
It’s what had led him to the bridge. That might as well be the heart of it all, and he drinks it up as an observer first, since he’s not meant to take sides in matters like this, but ultimately, he can’t resist. A bullet whizzes past from Enforcer to Zaunite, and he can feel the heat of it, both the bullet and the death that follows.
So when Set appears, Tezcatlipoca has donned his pitch black armor. A dark smoke surrounds him, and we’re Set more in his right mind, it’s like the sort of thing that would call to his Savant mind deeply. After all, the bullets that are fired at him just never seem to hit, somehow. But Tezcatlipoca is more prepared for Set this time around. He whips around (and his razor sharp tail catches someone across their thigh deep enough for them to collapse) and meets Set with a grin as he leaps back out of his first, brutal strike. ]
Ha! Still runnin’ hot from Shimmer?
[ He knows Set won’t (can’t?) answer him, but it’s an expression of delight. Set is formidable on his own, but with the extra juice of Shimmer, this is now all the more fun and doesn’t carry the cosmic weight of choosing a side. So, he surges forward as soon as his feet hit the ground again and swipes with those brutal claws in quick succession. ]
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He can feel the tension in the air, the way that the people here struggle and how they hate those that oppress them. It’s the shred of omniscience that Kenos couldn’t take, though it surely wanted to. He could feel the conflict thrumming through the streets like it was his own veins.
It’s what had led him to the bridge. That might as well be the heart of it all, and he drinks it up as an observer first, since he’s not meant to take sides in matters like this, but ultimately, he can’t resist. A bullet whizzes past from Enforcer to Zaunite, and he can feel the heat of it, both the bullet and the death that follows.
So when Set appears, Tezcatlipoca has donned his pitch black armor. A dark smoke surrounds him, and we’re Set more in his right mind, it’s like the sort of thing that would call to his Savant mind deeply. After all, the bullets that are fired at him just never seem to hit, somehow. But Tezcatlipoca is more prepared for Set this time around. He whips around (and his razor sharp tail catches someone across their thigh deep enough for them to collapse) and meets Set with a grin as he leaps back out of his first, brutal strike. ]
Ha! Still runnin’ hot from Shimmer?
[ He knows Set won’t (can’t?) answer him, but it’s an expression of delight. Set is formidable on his own, but with the extra juice of Shimmer, this is now all the more fun and doesn’t carry the cosmic weight of choosing a side. So, he surges forward as soon as his feet hit the ground again and swipes with those brutal claws in quick succession. ]