Thread: ..::Aɴɢᴇʟs ᴏғ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ::.. [Rʏᴀx & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

Closing the distance, bit by bit, like a reaper's shadow, Isac's scythe ultimately loomed over all three of the beings present. The man however, never seemed to shut up. While Isac was a man of few words, this guys seemed to be one of many. Isac was dumbfounded by the way that he bragged about his hows and whys. The euphoric shuddering he understood all too well however. That's why he knew there was only one way out of this situation if they didn't want to be haunted by a wordy shadow for the foreseeable future. Isac yawned loudly, stretching himself out, a little like a cat that had just woken up. Well you clearly have the best weapon between us here, you are so boooring you almost put me in a coma A joyous grin, words mocking, Isac yawned loudly again I get it. You want her as your plaything for your little ceremonial wank-off. But I already told you. She's mine he said in a most territorial manner, words ablaze with warning signs Isac shared the sensation of truly claiming something for himself, with Eddie. They had both been bereft of ever truly owning something. Nothing had been safe. Nothing had truly been theirs. Until they learned how to claim it for themselves. Their way had turned out be by blood, reaping souls for themselves. They were in control of this. And they wouldn't be particularly happy with losing this control, because then again they would end up with nothing. With the appearance of Rachel, Isac had claimed something entirely different for the first time, a life instead of a death. This new bond weighed stronger than the previous type, both because it was unexplored, exciting territory and because it was finally a connection, albeit a twisted one, between him and someone else. And he would fight for that. Isac lunged, methodically moving to swing his scythe right at his target, aiming to pierce the man's abdomen and split his spine in two if fortune favored it. Turns out fortune did not. The man nimbly dodged away from his reaping. Irritated by this outcome, Isac tried again. He missed again. Isac rather quickly boiling over in rage at this turnout, began swinging harder, less methodically and more brutally, crashing his scythe into tombstones all along his path, denting them, breaking them, crumbling them, even shattering some older ones. Stand still, you little shit! he growled, another swing and a miss Isac suddenly changed the way he was swinging Instead of aiming directly at Eddie he aimed to lob dirt and gravel at him. Isac showered Eddie with a barrage of tiny projectiles, forcing him to shield his eyes against it or he'd have been crippled in sight. Isac took the opportunity and flourished his scythe behind him, twisted and turned, two long steps towards Eddie as he swung his scythe along the ground and upwards, the blunt end first, clocking him in the jaw. Some of the force had been dulled by Eddie's arms blocking all the flying gravel, but it was enough to send him sprawling away across the ground a few feet away. He was just laying there after that, seemingly unconscious, and that was enough for Isac because he didn't particularly enjoy killing his peers. After all, they had a fucked-up bond too and the thrill and excitement wasn't there the same way as when he had hunted Rachel before. Satisfied with this for now, Isac turned and headed to Rachel, his scythe once again resting leisurely on his shoulder, his free hand in his jacket pocket . Now, get me out of here, you said you would, right? Isac's words were light, maybe even friendly but demanding even so, the hints of a smile stretching across his bandages