He had hoped the screaming ghost would drive away Tributes, but it was not to be. Someone padded down the steps and stopped right in front of his hiding spot. He was worried the rags and remains would not be enough to hide the damn fake flame that had clung to him since the Cornucopia.
She did indeed sound more threatening that she looked, enough to fool a blind man—or a blind troll. The person was not heavy-set, by the sound of her steps, but Psii still believed he was facing a fearless and fully-grown enemy. He was struck with a familiar urge to know whether he would die in the near future. But his visions would not come unless he concentrated....
Psii's second sight was his only sight now. A young human female with short yellow hair and wizard's garb was flying and hurling blast after purple-pink blast at the castle with her magic.... knitting needles? Psii didn't even know wand-like apparatus was a thing here. She also decimated whatever creatures came her way. She yelled in her fury, and he recognized her voice as the one he was hearing now in the present. A bolt of light from the sky, and she fell to her death.
The vision ended, and he turned his attention to the present. She would not leave his spot, so there was nothing for it. He kicked aside his osseous camouflage and dropped to the ground, rolling to a crouch some feet away. He held his hands up, palms forward. The light of his perpetual flame chased the darkness, but he was as blind as ever. He could feel the undercurrent of his power, but he kept his optic blasts reined in, for now. He turned his black eyes in the vague direction of Rose's voice.
"Before you dethide to kill me, let me tell you your future."
That was when the bats swooped down with a hundred unholy screeches.
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She did indeed sound more threatening that she looked, enough to fool a blind man—or a blind troll. The person was not heavy-set, by the sound of her steps, but Psii still believed he was facing a fearless and fully-grown enemy. He was struck with a familiar urge to know whether he would die in the near future. But his visions would not come unless he concentrated....
Psii's second sight was his only sight now. A young human female with short yellow hair and wizard's garb was flying and hurling blast after purple-pink blast at the castle with her magic.... knitting needles? Psii didn't even know wand-like apparatus was a thing here. She also decimated whatever creatures came her way. She yelled in her fury, and he recognized her voice as the one he was hearing now in the present. A bolt of light from the sky, and she fell to her death.
The vision ended, and he turned his attention to the present. She would not leave his spot, so there was nothing for it. He kicked aside his osseous camouflage and dropped to the ground, rolling to a crouch some feet away. He held his hands up, palms forward. The light of his perpetual flame chased the darkness, but he was as blind as ever. He could feel the undercurrent of his power, but he kept his optic blasts reined in, for now. He turned his black eyes in the vague direction of Rose's voice.
"Before you dethide to kill me, let me tell you your future."
That was when the bats swooped down with a hundred unholy screeches.