[While Valerius attempts to dodge the impending blow, the sheer concentration of wakfu makes it all for naught. Qilby’s fist misses him by an inch, but the energy around it causes the beast’s entire body above his chest explode, erupting in glowing liquid death. It rockets into the sky like a grisly firework, then starts raining down...and all over the Eliatrope.]
[Now, one might recognize the glowing ooze as resembling a certain similar opposing energy from his own world. Any assumption that Val exploded into viscous stasis would not be entirely wrong. The creature embodies death as much as sin, so of course “stillness” would qualify. That, or Val’s chemical makeup shifted in response to Qilby’s memories. He can’t really say, lacking a head and all.]
[Give him some time to pull himself together, and maybe he will. He's kind of a wandering half-corpse at the moment.]
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Date: 2019-06-23 01:33 am (UTC)[Now, one might recognize the glowing ooze as resembling a certain similar opposing energy from his own world. Any assumption that Val exploded into viscous stasis would not be entirely wrong. The creature embodies death as much as sin, so of course “stillness” would qualify. That, or Val’s chemical makeup shifted in response to Qilby’s memories. He can’t really say, lacking a head and all.]
[Give him some time to pull himself together, and maybe he will. He's kind of a wandering half-corpse at the moment.]