Not gonna lie, the fact Ladislas would manage physical pain somehow perturbs me. But that's okay, because I have physical action that I had yet to take which leaves me plenty of time to react IC without having to worry about Burgeus. Burgeus, however, constricted itself into Shawn's shadow and would thusly be unaffected by anything earthly. Shawn may have spoke to it, but it exists only as part of Shawn's shadow. --- Two parts of this post will be made, as well. One for Ladislas specifically, the other for Kadasha and anyone else caught in Awe
Shawn was free as the woman stood in
Awe of his presence, but the moment Tongra was enraged at Ladislas being the child of Atra, Shawn would find himself in righteous fury.
Emblazened with hate akin to the deepest reaches of the Sun, fist would clasp to the obsidian spike as the runic markings lit like wildfire with a crimson red. It was imbued with the power of
The Ancient. Earlier, during Shawn's arrival,
The Ancient disappeared but in fact, went underground to accumulate materials this entire time. Meaning it even siphoned power from the temple itself as well as using the temples construct, metamorphosing it into it's similar corporeal existence. Meaning that in fact,
The Ancient would probably be the size of the temple, now.
However, this sliver of
The Ancient had been granted several unique properties. One, being the fact the very tip became enveloped in a mystical effect. It could flow freely through energy, but could not break or sever molecular or atomic bonds. However, it did slice through the free-flowing energy that went
between matter itself. Meaning the tip of this spike could penetrate clean through whatever it was sent through, no matter how dense it was.
The other property was that of assimilation. Noting that the mans body temperature began to rise, it was apparent that
heat had begun to generate. This other ability would focus more into the core of this sliver, so that whatever would have been released from his adversary would instead be assimilated into the weapon to increase it's power. To increase the weapons threshold of absorption, so it may constantly contain whatever expenditures this creature may have had. Beit fire, toxin, venom, magic or otherwise.
That being said, Shawn moved behind Ladislas and did the first thing that came to his mind, before Ladislas could awaken. He would drive the spike through the base of Ladislas' skull, which would most assuredly awaken him before the heat could. From there, Shawn would have made sure the spike was a decent way through his maw before hoisting his body upwards at an angle, then slamming him face first into the center of the glyph.
There was no feasible way for Ladislas to dodge. The action was taken the moment before he awoke and done with equal swiftness. Any toxins, chemicals, fires, energy, etc. exerted would have been assimilated by
The Ancient. Ladislas's hardened flesh was still physical - tangible. It was still composed of atoms and molecules no matter how condensed it may have been. However, energy flows freely between atoms and molecules. Meaning that
The Ancient had the raw, destructive power to rend his flesh apart like a hot knife through butter.
Shawn would also move to firmly implant the heel of his boot into the small of Ladislas's back, twisting and grinding
The Ancient in his hands, should Ladislas not have had a way around being impaled in the first place.
More perfectly, should Ladislas have not been able to dodge, the spike would keep him from any hope of escape and the glyph would make sure he lived forever. But no, Shawn was not done yet. If Ladislas didn't dodge the spike and was, indeed, implanted into the ground, five more spikes would fire upwards with similar attributes and penetrate through his biceps, thighs and stomach.
This was all provided Ladislas could dodge before he would have awoken, and provided his reaction time excelled beyond milliseconds after the initial impalement. He would(as logically deduced) be somewhat disoriented from
Awe akin to being dizzied; something similar to vertigo, or the verge of unconsciousness.
Nothing, no words could begin to describe the fury and hatred within Shawn's eyes at this time. The ferocity to which he would attempt to assail Ladislas. To the point where Shawn focused all his concentration to his speed and strength alone, making the movements all the more swift and all the more violent. Golden-hazel eyes would possess Eyeshine, glimmering fervently as wildfire. Teeth would grind and face would contort into pure malcontent, a hatred for this vile creature's existence beyond anything one could imagine.
"
GARBAGE! THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! PURE GARBAGE!"
This is all assuming Ladislas cannot somehow dodge or escape the maneuver. I don't see how he would, however, as I intentionally didn't give enough time to do so. Between my two posts and that for Ladislas, no time was given as to precisely how long it would take for Ladislas to reach a pain threshold for his body to awaken, as everyone's pain threshold varies. So I used an appropriate length of time, since my character only needed seconds to grab the spike and strike with it. I hinted towards it's new composition when I said the runes had appeared on it, the color red indicated it's activation.
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Kadasha would notice Ladislas disappear completely, from this dreamscape and Tongra would begin to relax. Composing himself, he would brush his hands through his hair and close his eyes. He needed to rethink what he was going to do here, and it would only take a moment. So within a few seconds, Tongra would turn to Kadasha before she could speak.
"
Shhhh-sh-sh-sh-sh. Hush. Do not worry about that creature. It is meaningless and has been dealt with. You see, my powers are akin to a God's. My voice alone can destroy creatures that would need a millenia to build, much less that insufferable creation that may have only taken seconds. Please...be my guest and sit with me for a while? Hear more of my story?"
Tongra would find a place to sit and sit comfortably, patting the seat next to him. She might have been very afraid of him now, perhaps even more curious as to what was going on. But he would speak with her, console her and treat her well. Even in a dream, Shawn was not the type to inflict much pain on women. Only those who thought themselves stronger than they were. Arrogance was never one of his favorite traits.
Tongra would look at her with almost puppy-like eyes, attempting to lure her close enough. He would make these twenty-four hours delightful, at the very least. Pleasant for the woman. Or perhaps he would awaken her after he left, where she would soon find either a corpse or a tortured creature laying eternally, ravished by pain.
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