Cerulean Cape salt tracing

rolled for 65/100 damage; fuck 'im up

The two darklings collided in a terrible, thrashing bundle of limbs and teeth. He felt jaws in his flesh, blood welling up, but kept going—an angry, hopeless young man slamming himself against a brick wall.

Maybe, Hex snarled in reply to Crowell's assertion, but you killed her!

And the unborn children, too.

He felt sudden emptiness over one back leg, and felt his stomach drop to the ground as he realized they were right on the edge. Hex dropped low, trying to slip underneath or alongside the other pirate to get further back inland.

The Mayfair witch might have been crazy, but he wasn't yet suicidal.