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The Ashen-haired youth took offense to the Baroness's action.
With a burst of reinforced preternatural speed, the jaw and lower mechanics of what was once the mandible crumpled inward, leaving the grotesque visage even more disfigured; the boy's momentum carried both of them back and crashing into the throne, denting it.
At the same time, a dull thump and subsequent coughing of Aadihr betrayed the lapse in the Baroness's concentration.
The half-construct tyrant reached back to grip the ashen-haired boy's neck, plasma claws igniting along the razor's edge of would-be fingers, and pulled herself and
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into the air, hoisted by the cables and tethers that attached somewhere unseen high above. The boy was resilient, the heat of the blades doing little - what a shame that a specimen have a heart spoiled by softness.
As the pair lifted from the dented throne, another sudden jerk emerged, accompanied by a pained shriek, the weeping, wailing lilt of gutteral cybernetics were a lamenting cry of the once-living woman, reverberated through the grand hall.
"-s th-s wh—t w— hav— b——n r—d_c—d t·? Hav— w— b—n f·rsak—n? All ·f ·_r l—gacy l—ft -n bāstārd-z—d ·rphāns tāk—n as _ards ·f the —n—my?
S·l·mo·n! I w-ll c_ll th-s imp—rf—ct c·py ānd w-ll bu-ld y·u a v—ss—l w·rthy of y·ur l—gacy - with st——l ānd c-rc_-ts th—y w-ll n·t be l—d –str–y!"
She wept for the boy she attempted to strangle if not behead, as if it were a child of hers terminally ill.
Empowered by bastards and lead by the blind and weak, this white-haired vessel was a sad copy of what she had hoped to awaken to. Even the hair seemed to be an insult to the memories of the black hair of her people.
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