// GodusGodess uploaded a video on nextube. // // It started off at the upper floors of Calypso where the video was recorded, it was from a prespective of a sharklotl Helen Godus. // // The speaking of other individuals other than the Ravir were muffled. // (( The rp was cut short and was then finished by text on discord )) // Skelac loses his footing, falling onto his back with a surprised growl. Even more surprisingly, Riksis merely steps past him, not bothering to look back at him as she uttered her command. "Get up." The blue-armored Ravir blinks, then rolls onto all fours, a building rumble rolling out of him. Riksis cracks her knuckles, and turns... Just in time for Skelac to roar and charge forwards, intent on shouldering the other lizard down. With a single deft step, Riksis avoids it. The larger lizard staggers past her, turning back to face her, his face contorted in confusion. Looking down, Skelac notices a thin line of crimson rabidly building in his side. With a snarl of pain, he glares back up at Riksis, who was now idly looking over a newly-extended, jagged wristblade that was previously hidden in the plating over her forearm. Flicking the blood from her wristblade, Riksis lets out a growly sigh, stepping forwards without her lowered posture. The red lizard was calm. "Ghh- Feru VIIK nukai..." Skelac growls, shuddering a bit. "I'll... Hrfh... KILL YOU." "No you won't." Riksis simply rumbles, stepping forward and delivering a kick to his chest. Surprisingly enough, the larger lizard finds his world falling apart as his body does the same. Seperated at the belly, the cut from before is revealed to be a bit more severe than previously thought. His torso slumps down onto the ground, poor Skelac squirming and struggling still even as his legs remain standing for a few seconds before they buckle and fall. Walking back to the two swords planted down in the ground, Riksis pulls both of them out and into her hands before she lumbers back to where Skelac was still clawing at the ground, trying to crawl away even with his guts dragging behind him. All before a heavy foot on his back stops him. With a quiet growl, the poor lizard closes his eyes. "Keras'Vorhiil... Nas'Riksis." he huffs, coughing and choking on his own blood. Riksis' response is simple. Crossing the swords over each other, he leans forwards, then uncrosses them, slicing his head off at the neck. Riksis lets the moment rock for a few seconds, only for her to wipe her blade off and sheath it, the other disengaged and held at her side. She offers no words or attention to the others in the room. Instead, she gets to work dragging his pieces to the telepad, beaming out after wshe's revcovered everything. ... except the hand that was still upstairs. // // The video ends. There is a comment section below the video. //
