[ jayce could make out better shapes within the dark. slithering, sprinting, lunging shapes. he pulls the lever of his hammer to open the butterfly wing head of the distrorted topside, revealing an open maw housing a rippling core of corrupted space-time. once lifting the light enough staff to the glow of jayce's embeded wrist crystal, he aims the best he could in what little time he has to position his right leg back, yank the lever— and unload a blast that hits the first monster with a shredding rip through reality. the anomaly festers inside and out, suspending anything it touches, from the burst belly of the best to twisted limbs hanging by threaded tendon.
he wishes he could say the same thing for the second creature, taking advantage of the opening left. jayce swings the mercury hammer at a wide arch, too wide but the only one he could make with the given proximity. claws dig into his side and sink into brittle flesh like butter. what spills out is more alarming than the actual feeling of it— thick, dead blood and infected gore, laaced with prismatic webbing and an iridescent sheen.
at least, as jayce throws his hold from the hammer's handle to the monster's skull to keep its jaws at bay, there's a clean shot. ]
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he wishes he could say the same thing for the second creature, taking advantage of the opening left. jayce swings the mercury hammer at a wide arch, too wide but the only one he could make with the given proximity. claws dig into his side and sink into brittle flesh like butter. what spills out is more alarming than the actual feeling of it— thick, dead blood and infected gore, laaced with prismatic webbing and an iridescent sheen.
at least, as jayce throws his hold from the hammer's handle to the monster's skull to keep its jaws at bay, there's a clean shot. ]