WEEK 12 EXECUTION

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s̛̕͜u̷n̴̕d͡ay͞ ͜͠͠EX͞È̢C̶̕U͏͜T̕Ì̡O͜͞N̡ (11)͘ ͏̶s̸u̴rv̀i͏v̶͝o̧͘ŕ͏s͟ As͡͝ ̕͞v̢̛o̵̢t̀́íņ̀g͡͞ ̵̨́co̸m̧e̶s͟ t͜o̢̢ ͝a҉n̵̵̵ ̀͢e̸n̨d́҉, ͏̡a̕͏ s̢͞o̕͢n̶҉̸g͏̴ f͢͠i͠ļ͟͡t͏̡e͠r͝͝ś҉͟ ͞į҉n͏̸͡ ͡͏p̸l̶̨͝a͜y͡҉e̷d̵ ̧̕s͘o͝ ̡l͝o̸͡͠u͘҉d ͘t̴ha҉̵͘t͏̢͞ ͡i͟͝t̸̀͠ ͟b̀e̕c̷͘͘o̢͏m̢e͟͝s ̀̕͢d͟ist̡͢o̕͡r̷̨ęḑ̶͡ ̧҉an͜d̢҉͜ ̴̷̢f͢͡͝r͟a͝g̸ḿeņ̢̛t̷́ed̡͡.̢͟ ̛̛ ̢̀͞I̷f̴͝ ̵҉a̷ ͢ṕ̴̀ar̛t̶i̧͢c̨̡͞į͢͟p̛̛͠á̕n͘͟t͟͝ ch͏ec̀ks̀͢͝ t̨̕͞h̴͞e͟͡i̕r ͘͘d̵a͘tá̛p͟͝a̶͘d͡,̡͡ ͡th̸̕͟ęy͢ ҉w͡i͏l̀͡ļ̀ ̵ş̸́e̷e̕͘͏ ́t͠h̵͝ȩ̸ ҉̵t̵̵͟h͜ę̶ ̡̛v̵ic͞t͘͜͡į̸m̀ ͢͡à̵͟n̡̛d̵́ ̴̷s͘͢ų͠sp͞͞e҉̸͢c̸̶̛t c̕h͟os̛en͟ ̶̴b̸̨̛y̧ ̴m̀a͞j̵o͢͞r̨̀͏i̵̶̛t̴̀͜y͏'̛͡s̵̸ p̛i̛͜c̛tu͠ŕ͠e̶̕s ̵d͠iş̨p͘͝l̛͏ay҉̷e͠d.̸̛͜ ҉Í̶̸f̸̢̕ ̵͏t͏h̀͟ę͝y͞ ̴͜͟a͠t͏͜t̨̛em̨̛ṕ͟t ͜͝tǫ ̧͞s̷c̴̛r̢͘ơ̧l̶͜͝ļ͠,̷ t́͜h́͘e̛y̶ ͡w̨͜i̢l̢l̸͢ ̢se̶̢͞e͝͝ ͏a ̷l̢i͝҉s̶̀͜t of̛͞ ̕ch̕ar̢a͘͡c̢t͝er̷ś ̴a̕n͠͏d̴ t͟h́ę̧ir̴͝ ̵͘v̛o͘͡t́͏ę̷s ̵́i̴̡n̸̸͝ a̷͘l̴̴p̡̀͞h̸̷̕a͟b̶̀͠ę͟ţ̵̛i͏͘c͟al̨̡ ͞ór̶͠d͢͡e͞r̵͟. ͘͝

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[erythristic]

[she's got no barrier when she makes her entrance, but she has something almost as good - a very heavy and familiar metal door to be a shield. when it was clear that all the action had been on the other side of the ship, she'd weighed her options before kicking through the ice barricading the door in place as a reinforcement and dragging the thing along.

the door acts a shield enough for her for the debris, and while the creature's distracted with some of their other efforts, Grell takes the handle in two hands and hurls the thing at it. whether it connects or is deflected, her scythe's out to be its own sort of shield, ready for his counter.

as if she'd miss this party.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[well, listen, a door flying straight at him, he's going to reflexively aim to cut it!

Which he can. He can cut steel with that arm blade. The door does the anime thing where it cuts in half and falls on either side of him. Right into some consoles.

That's fucked up.]

The Grim Reaper herself! I thought you'd never show up.

[his retaliation so far seems to be a wide, excited grin... until he seemingly rushes at Grell, "claws" first.]

[erythristic]

It's called being fashionably late.

[he rushes, and she forces herself to wait until he's closer before she leaps upwards, over him to twist in the air and aim a slash downwards at his back as she lands on her feet. this wasn't about strength - it would be, if she wanted to kill and say Adrien be damned. this is about being smarter. even she gets that.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[but he rushed at her for a reason, alas, and he's twisting to look at her go, dodging the slash at the same time]

Any later and you'll miss the whole party. I hear it's to die for.

[he's aiming for her arms when he aims a wide swing at her, trying to get her to lose the chainsaw or simply having a grudge against appendages, it's hard to know]

[erythristic]

I know, missing it would be quite the grave mistake.

[she has to move with the swing so it doesn't chop her arms off, though it sinks in some to make her bleed. god, but she hates being this slow, it's like a barrier she can feel herself against. but a wide swing means then it's her turn to rush in, keeping the scythe close to her so she could pull it back if needed, bringing up a leg to throw a kick at its side with her full strength.

(later, if she lives, her body will hate her. but adrenaline is a hell of a thing.)]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[the kick is enough to throw him off-- of everyone left, Grell's strength is one that is considerate enough for it-- but once again putting any appendage close to this thing's body seems to be a mistake, as he uses one of his tentacles to try to wrap around Grell's outstretched leg and stab in even as he moves with the blow]

Your execution is lacking a little finesse, dear, but good show.