Thread:GalaxE/@comment-36159587-20191127062204/@comment-36159587-20191201073936

Galaxian saw Dairo, but had no recognition on his features. He turned back to Ishmael again, glancing at the angel-like being for a moment and then back. He shakily brought his left hand up and clenched it into a fist; he brought his right hand up slightly as well, placing it below his right.

Said angel-like being didn't respond once he saw that, apparently deep in thought. Raising his eyes, he silently started towards the small deity. He was surprisingly quick, nearing the other within a few seconds' time.

GalaxE didn't say anything, still looking at Ishmael intently. He secured the position of his hands and moved his hands in a rowing motion--and then everything just kind of escalated from there. The angel's hand struck out like a phantom's, and then the defenseless deity fell back, his hands unable to move from their current positions, unable to hide the cut across his throat that was filling with...filling with blood red, it seemed.

The angel-like being stepped away casually from the group--Dairo, Ishmael, and Time, a smile on his lips again.