badblood. [any/all]

[Errant]

when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth The strength it had taken to move Nihlus during their mutinous conference had been minimal. He had shifted from one dimension to another, to a world where Nihlus was standing in another place entirely but the rest of the universe was exactly the same. The after effect though, had been a migraine sharp enough to drive him to his knees once the Brothers had dispersed. Errant has no intention of doing that again. Mountain continues to talk, as though any of them care anymore what he has to say. Errant sighs and turns away as the black horse chants his hatred. With a flick of his head, he exerts enough telekinetic force to throw Mountain out past the border, and says to those assembled, “If he comes back, kill him.” He had been hopeful, but hope has no place when reasoning with a madman. With that, he turns the rest of the way away, and back towards the heart of the Tundra. Kratos, he is sure, will be eager to dispatch their former king. e r r a n t no grave can hold my body down i'll crawl home to her