A faint aetherial shimmer wobbled before the approaching group -- then the explosions sounded. Concussive and flashing, the only thing that saved them from being ripped to bloody and burnt ribbons was what appeared to be magical galvanizing.Â
However, it did not stop enough.
Still whole, the individuals in the group were pelted backward and scattered, rolling roughly on the windswept grass. Some of them smoked -- and some of them were actually on fire. All the mitigation had done was make their demise less -messy-. Once again, Oscare's colleagues laid dead upon the floor.
Or perhaps not.
Truly, they were dead, but they no longer held the appearance of those familiar forms. A roegadyn in fisher's clothing here, a marauder in adventurer's wares there. Even two corpses that looked like...housemaids. Even the corpse that had been Camy's was Camy no longer -- instead a young woman as plain as can be, riddled with bloody holes from being shot at.
Civillians. Oscare had just gunned down and bombarded glamoured, innocent civillians.
However, it did not stop enough.
Still whole, the individuals in the group were pelted backward and scattered, rolling roughly on the windswept grass. Some of them smoked -- and some of them were actually on fire. All the mitigation had done was make their demise less -messy-. Once again, Oscare's colleagues laid dead upon the floor.
Or perhaps not.
Truly, they were dead, but they no longer held the appearance of those familiar forms. A roegadyn in fisher's clothing here, a marauder in adventurer's wares there. Even two corpses that looked like...housemaids. Even the corpse that had been Camy's was Camy no longer -- instead a young woman as plain as can be, riddled with bloody holes from being shot at.
Civillians. Oscare had just gunned down and bombarded glamoured, innocent civillians.