Joking or not, Atarxe was in no mood for jokes. He shook his head, teeth still gritted and that headache raging. Admittedly, crashing straight into a broken stone wall couldn't help the headache. "... That hurt..." the child growled quietly as his eyes glowed a threatening brown. He focused his attention on the remaining Shielupe, and in a flash, the dog's expression went entirely blank. Second later, thin trickles of blood were leaking out from his ears and down on the ground. It seemed that, quite literally, Atarxe had caused the Shielupe's brain to implode from inside out. Within the seconds, the Shielupe was toppling over and falling on the ground, with whatever that was left of its brain leaking out from its ears.
Baffled at the entire scene, the Sahound barked nervously a few times before backing up and running away with its tail between its legs. It seemed like it wasn't interested in getting ripped apart to death.
With the Sahound retreating and all the others dead, Atarxe curled up on the ground and held in head in his hands. That last bit had really been too much; one could only imagine how much brain power was necessary to make someone's own brain implode. The headache was fierce, and it felt like his head was about to explode. If he didn't rest for a while, he could potentially permanently damage his brain if he used more of his psychic powers. Wasn't that a lovely thought?
But he had to force himself to ignore that headache. In due time, it would go away; but thinking about it like this wouldn't help. With everything he could muster, Atarxe forced his eyes opened. What he saw then wasn't something he'd expected to see. On Art's back were... wings. "You... have wings?"
Baffled at the entire scene, the Sahound barked nervously a few times before backing up and running away with its tail between its legs. It seemed like it wasn't interested in getting ripped apart to death.
With the Sahound retreating and all the others dead, Atarxe curled up on the ground and held in head in his hands. That last bit had really been too much; one could only imagine how much brain power was necessary to make someone's own brain implode. The headache was fierce, and it felt like his head was about to explode. If he didn't rest for a while, he could potentially permanently damage his brain if he used more of his psychic powers. Wasn't that a lovely thought?
But he had to force himself to ignore that headache. In due time, it would go away; but thinking about it like this wouldn't help. With everything he could muster, Atarxe forced his eyes opened. What he saw then wasn't something he'd expected to see. On Art's back were... wings. "You... have wings?"