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Before Avalokite had known what he had done, he shouted fiercely and smashed the broad side of the massive stone pillar, held and handled by chains, into the opposing Aqua user, already knocked unconscious and now toppled over themselves in front of a waterfall. "I'LL KILL YOU! FOR WHAT YOU'VE—" and he swung the pillar high up by its chains, as if a meteor descending, "—DONE!" and he smote the prone body of the enemy Arcanist with a thunderous sound, their skeleton dissipating under the pillar with a loud *crunch* and their organs exploding with a wet *squelch*. "YOU, AND ALL THE OTHER DREADNOUGHT FUCKS!" he shouted again even though his 'enemy' was already dead, and he yanked the pillar back to himself forcefully, dragging the obscenities across the ground before the large structure was flung off of it. He spun around and swung the chains harder, to control the pillar so that it didn't barrel directly into him, and once it flew past him he yanked it back, forcing it to a stop. Then he reshaped the bloody part of the pillar into an open, gored coffin with a spiked interior.
He walked to the part of the ground where he smashed the Aqua Arcanist to pulverization and grabbed the limbs, the few that remained, to throw them into the spiked coffin, impaling the few fingers, hands, feet and legs on the skewers. Then he stomped the ground, the coffin closing and the pillar sinking into the ground in response. Breathing heavily, standing right in front of the murder site. Now he was left to dwell. No one was there to stop him from doing so, which was the worst part of post-killing.
"..FUCK!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. Sirens were already blaring in the distance. He'd been very loud in his fight, even louder in the killing. He didn't look around, though. Too much time to do that. Too much time for anything. Too much time.
His unfocused eye twitched and flickered, sight slowly fading. He clutched his gloved hands tightly, fingers nearly stabbing through his palm. Mira was right behind him, tapping away on her laptop and all. She was quiet.
He continued to breathe heavily, his lungs seeming forever lacking of air. He didn't have any thoughts, just breathing, trying to be stable. Stewart was sitting right beside him, arms crossed over his legs, a loose hug around his knees. "Did you really have to do all of that?" Stewart asked him.
"He didn't." Mira answered in stead of Avalokite. She could say more, but she didn't have the energy for that.
Avalokite stood, wordless and quiet.
"Did you even know whether or not they were part of Dreadnought for sure?"
"They are."
"But he didn't really know that. Do you know that?"
"I do. I wouldn't lie about something like this."
"Huh. But would he?"
Avalokite raised a hand to slowly take off his face mask.
"Is he really doing the right thing at all.. probably not."
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"Don't have to kill."
Before this haunting feeling.
"You have far more important things to do."
"No, he doesn't."
He peeled his face mask off of himself.
"Shvara, mine own friend..." Don called quietly in front of him.
Avalokite looked up, looked forward desperately. But there was no one, nobody there. The sirens have gotten closer and louder.
He could've wept right there, but no. He can't.
He trodded to a rock where he'd thrown his gray overcoat and picked it up. Slinging it over his shoulders and fitting it. Wearing it again.
Shvara fixed his tie. "Right. Where were we. More business to handle." he then reached into his inner pocket, pulling out his phone to dial someone.
"Hey, man! Look, sorry, can't ah.. can't do anything today, really.." he walked off into the distance. "Can we cancel plans until maybe.. tomorrow? I swear I'll be free all day.."