There is no chance for an immediate answer. A giant beast with blazing white eyes, violent spikes jutting from its back, and rows upon rows of teeth dotted across its body spills into the opposite end of the square. It topples the structures meant to house decorative plant life and sends them violently crashing to the ground in bits and pieces. Emet-Selch puts a hand out reflexively to shield Gen from it while at the same time gently indicating that he stands back.
The fiend roars, and the those in the square cry in terror before collapsing to their knees. Emet-Selch looks on in horror their skin begins to smolder with black smoke, looking as though it would catch fire at any moment. "No! No you must fight it!" Emet-Selch calls to them the same way he had pleaded with Gen.
It is no use. The black smoke consumes their entire being one by one. In the midst of their wails and screams, they turn into the very fiends they run from. Some are smaller four-legged beasts with massive teeth and claws, others are large creatures with eyes and mouths like fire. His voice whispers again through Communion: 'These are people I often saw in the streets, people who would approach me to ask questions, people I was charged with caring for. I knew them all. I cherished them all. That I would be made to watch them fall to this madness...'
Emet-Selch takes a single step forward, now answering the question he was asked. "I will fight them so that others may yet live." The simplest of answers, which he had no choice but to put to prove. "The The Polyleritae District is to our back; Were we have told the people of Amaurot to gather for shelter. If we allow these creatures through, every one of them will die." He reaches up as if he intends to grab something sheathed to his back. There is a flash of light as he summons a large broadsword - the same broadsword he had let Gen use in their past lessons - and cleaves it overhead to ready for their oncoming fight. It is brought down with such force that it cracks the stone beneath their feet. "I will not allow that to happen."
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The fiend roars, and the those in the square cry in terror before collapsing to their knees. Emet-Selch looks on in horror their skin begins to smolder with black smoke, looking as though it would catch fire at any moment. "No! No you must fight it!" Emet-Selch calls to them the same way he had pleaded with Gen.
It is no use. The black smoke consumes their entire being one by one. In the midst of their wails and screams, they turn into the very fiends they run from. Some are smaller four-legged beasts with massive teeth and claws, others are large creatures with eyes and mouths like fire. His voice whispers again through Communion: 'These are people I often saw in the streets, people who would approach me to ask questions, people I was charged with caring for. I knew them all. I cherished them all. That I would be made to watch them fall to this madness...'
Emet-Selch takes a single step forward, now answering the question he was asked. "I will fight them so that others may yet live." The simplest of answers, which he had no choice but to put to prove. "The The Polyleritae District is to our back; Were we have told the people of Amaurot to gather for shelter. If we allow these creatures through, every one of them will die." He reaches up as if he intends to grab something sheathed to his back. There is a flash of light as he summons a large broadsword - the same broadsword he had let Gen use in their past lessons - and cleaves it overhead to ready for their oncoming fight. It is brought down with such force that it cracks the stone beneath their feet. "I will not allow that to happen."