Stone Circle bring strife and discord with you wherever you may travel.

there’s little peace for those with evil in their hearts — iliksis’ own included. mid savage thrust, iliksis heard a splintered cry — no sooner had he craned his thin skull was a demonic glare of red upon him.

iliksis recoiled like a struck cobra, his teeth bared in a wild grimace as he was plucked (with some strangely inhuman force) from the back of his victim. his loins felt a bitter, all together excruciating pain of sudden severance — far keener and more integral than any knife’s edge. his balls sucked deep into his stomach in an unpleasantly cold surge, and a burning discomfort snaked its way up his belly.

as iliksis grappled first with the pain and subsequent fangs in his neck, he noticed laurel squirm away from him. heedless to his attacker, the serpent lunged for the flesh of his quarry — he would not let her escape. get back here, bitch! the man snarled, wrenching from indra’s grasp and setting his fangs for laurel’s face in furious retribution.

perhaps that was the monster’s first mistake — underestimating both laurel and the unhinged scarlet whirl besides her.