I HAVE BECOME DEATH
the destroyer of worlds
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From where she was crouched, Marceline could easily see Sol conversing with the old lady, stopping her mid stride. Her ruby red eyes silently observed the ongoing communication, certain that something would go awry with it. Sol, however, had everything down to a 't', making sure that the fishermen around the woman and himself didn't get suspicious. Yet as she was watching him work his "magic," the Coming Storm felt compelled that the old wench wouldn't follow them. She could tell from where she sat that the lady was a bit hesitant in following Sol to wherever he had told her they needed to go. Marcy bit her lip though and tried not to make her appearance in an uncanny time, waiting until her partner signaled her. Quietly, her eyes darted around, landing upon the crewmen of ships and the fishermen getting their boats ready for the trip of the day.
The cart she was hiding behind was starting to shake though, the legs it was standing on becoming weakened by her magic. Marceline growled and shoved the cart away from her, creeping toward a cargo container that she could hide behind. Unfortunately, the cart started rolling away, giving away that someone had once been hiding behind it until otherwise. Some of the fishermen looked up at the fish selling cart and a few darted toward it to stop it from rolling any farther. Marcy chuckled at the sight of the mayhem that had unfolded, but as she looked back to the old lady and Sol, she noticed them walking away. Her pinpointed view caught sight of the beckoning toward her, and quickly, Marceline shifted into her ashen form and followed suit. Now wasn't exactly the time to make her appearance, so for now, she simply floated along, though farther away from Sol and the woman.
Olivia Sutton had spotted the decayed bits of the town the moment that they had entered back into it. She exclaimed something about asking what had happened to the town since she had gone to the docks, but Sol never answered. The chain from Sol's weapon was clearly dodged by the old magus, leaving Sol to have to get to get physical with her. Marceline spotted how Sol had coated his claws in the dripping poison of his magic and managed to scratch her with them. With that having been done, the woman felt that now would be the time to make her uncanny appearance before them. So, she shifted away from where she was floating and entered the battlefield, letting the ash form her figure until she was standing behind Olivia Sutton. "My, my. . . having a bit of fun without me, Sol? Such a cruel friend you are," she teased, though meant the words in no way.
Despite having been scratched by the poison, Olivia had formed a makeshift war-hammer from the gold make magic she had. Terrified by the confines in which the two dark mages had created, she swung the hammer in Marceline's direction. As a counter to the spell, the woman raised up her arm and a large, circular shield of adamantium appeared attache to the arm. Evidently, the attack Olivia had made bounced off of the shield, leaving only a dent in the shield, itself, and nothing more. Marcy grinned as the woman became wide-eyed, noticing how her golden war-hammer had easily bounced off the shield. "Sorry, Ms. Sutton, but this shield is made entirely of adamantium; you'd have to have something stronger than it to break it," Marceline cackle. This was where she grabbed her whip and lashed it outward, snagging hold of the old wench with the blades of her whip.
The blades bore into the wrinkly skin of the sixty-year-old woman, drawing up blood as they pinched into her. As for the devil-like tail of the whip, it sunk itself into the back of her neck and lit up with a light purple glow. This glow seemingly pulsated to the naked eye, draining away the woman's life force as Marceline simply stood there. That wasn't all that was at work either, for where she stood, Olivia Sutton was trapped skillfully inside her death aura. Her magic began to work itself, eating away first at the wrinkly, pale skin of the old woman, then at the exposed muscles. Every part of her was slowly degrading into nothing; all the while, the two of them could still have their fun. Set at a slow and painful pace, the decay would take a while before there was nothing left of their current victim.
Marceline ripped away the whip that had skillfully wrapped itself around Olivia, tearing away chunks of flesh in the process. These chunks sickeningly smacked against the stone surface of the dock entrance, splattering blood across the ground. As a retaliation to the sudden agonizing pain, a golden bullet was shot toward Marceline, grazing along her skin. She grimaced and lowered her gaze from the woman to where the golden bullet had struck her upper arm. Black blood oozed out of the wound, but luckily, she hadn't hit deep enough to cause cracks in the clay form. Gritting her teeth, Marceline glanced back toward Olivia Sutton, then toward Sol and beckoned with a finger for him to ravage to lady. "Have your fun with her because she has angered me and I'm afraid to have too much fun that you won't get any in yourself," Marcy stated.