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Spikes shot out randomly from the floor, where the blood he hid previously were, effectively skewering any one who ran towards him. Guards were being brutally murdered in matters of seconds, and the more people he killed, the bigger his tower became. Bodies were dragged into the tower and formed a semi-solid structure that was held up by Nora's blood manipulation.
The tower didn't move much from it's spot in the middle of the mess hall, but the tendrils reached far outside and sliced through the roof for the tower to grow. Nora stayed at the very top, seemingly unconscious. The relationship between Nora and the tower was strange--- it was more like the huge pile of guts was alive on it's own, and he was just a source of power that it needed to stay alive. So it protected him from any kind of projectiles that people decided to throw at him, but the killing was messy and without consideration for anyone, having only the intension of getting more corpses to join it.
As Sasha neared, however, the entire structure of blood and human decay began to wobble unsteadily, bodies litterally falling out from the sky.
It seemed to wake Nora up.
But there was still the manic smile, and the thirst for more blood shed. The tower was just a lot more precise in attacking, and it began to move out of the mess hall. Living guards was picked up as it moved, and they screamed as their body contorted into whatever structure that was needed to keep the tower together. Nora himself looked like he was a corpse, perched high on top. His skin had gone grey and he could barely keep himself in an upright position. His arms stayed limp by his side the entire time, and he was whipped from side to side like a rag doll as the tower wobbled.
It didn't get to move much longer however, as Sasha's power began to overwrite his. The bottom of the tower went first, crumbling as the bodies tumbled out one by one, blood gushing out onto the ground. The tower shrunk, and collapsed into a heap of human remains. A giant hunk of a man called Sasha climbed to the top of it, and easily lifted a blood soaked Nora off the ground with a grip on his head.
"Hey," he roared, looking at the remaining kids who survived the ordeal, grinning as he held out Nora with one arm.
"I'm quite happy today, because you see, this," he gestured towards the bloodied ground, and the pile of death and gore, "is not something one get to see everyday, don't you think?"
The tower didn't move much from it's spot in the middle of the mess hall, but the tendrils reached far outside and sliced through the roof for the tower to grow. Nora stayed at the very top, seemingly unconscious. The relationship between Nora and the tower was strange--- it was more like the huge pile of guts was alive on it's own, and he was just a source of power that it needed to stay alive. So it protected him from any kind of projectiles that people decided to throw at him, but the killing was messy and without consideration for anyone, having only the intension of getting more corpses to join it.
As Sasha neared, however, the entire structure of blood and human decay began to wobble unsteadily, bodies litterally falling out from the sky.
It seemed to wake Nora up.
But there was still the manic smile, and the thirst for more blood shed. The tower was just a lot more precise in attacking, and it began to move out of the mess hall. Living guards was picked up as it moved, and they screamed as their body contorted into whatever structure that was needed to keep the tower together. Nora himself looked like he was a corpse, perched high on top. His skin had gone grey and he could barely keep himself in an upright position. His arms stayed limp by his side the entire time, and he was whipped from side to side like a rag doll as the tower wobbled.
It didn't get to move much longer however, as Sasha's power began to overwrite his. The bottom of the tower went first, crumbling as the bodies tumbled out one by one, blood gushing out onto the ground. The tower shrunk, and collapsed into a heap of human remains. A giant hunk of a man called Sasha climbed to the top of it, and easily lifted a blood soaked Nora off the ground with a grip on his head.
"Hey," he roared, looking at the remaining kids who survived the ordeal, grinning as he held out Nora with one arm.
"I'm quite happy today, because you see, this," he gestured towards the bloodied ground, and the pile of death and gore, "is not something one get to see everyday, don't you think?"