Her kick is angrily batted away with his staff even after it connects, adding a bloody nose to the rest of his injuries. But like the others, it's ignored. He steps back slowly several paces, breathing heavily, getting out of Amelia's range for what comes next. In fact, the assault, the fresh red flowing down over his lips and staining his teeth pink only serves as inspiration. Slowly, his mouth pulls into a wide and toothy grin.
"In due time. In due time," he reassures her, dropping it onto the ground with a clatter and musical tinkle. Staff is switched from claw to hand, only so Naugus can crook that arm and suddenly jam the point of his pincer into the wound. Deep enough that it causes it to widen and only bleed more profusely. Wincing slightly, he draws it back out again, examining the end of his claw and how it's now coated in crimson. He looks between it and Amelia, still grinning, still panting...
Then swings it downwards where it smashes into the ground with a loud CRACK. He wastes no time; circles and sigils are drawn hastily, his claw dragging bloodstreaked furrows into the stone floor. He works fast, the symbols getting drawn sharp and abrupt, framing and encircling the stolen hairpin. And the end of whatever this arcane preparation is, Naugus draws one last line and...
FWOOM.
A portal tears open, hovering jagged and bright over the profane summoning circle. A doorway to a quiet shore, a scent of ocean air wafting briskly through, the sound of wheeling and whinging seabirds. There is a city nearby. Far enough to be a decent walk, but not so far that one can't hear the sounds of harbour industry, the bark of dogs, smell the smokestacks dotting the skyline. A wooden ship laden with cargo can be seen pulling into port, the shiphands hurrying to lash it to the docks.
Naugus grins at the sight of it, looking back to Amelia with that manic, evil smile, the blood now past his chin, streaking his beard red.
"Idiot girl. Look. Look. Look what you could have had all along had you paid me proper respect."
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"In due time. In due time," he reassures her, dropping it onto the ground with a clatter and musical tinkle. Staff is switched from claw to hand, only so Naugus can crook that arm and suddenly jam the point of his pincer into the wound. Deep enough that it causes it to widen and only bleed more profusely. Wincing slightly, he draws it back out again, examining the end of his claw and how it's now coated in crimson. He looks between it and Amelia, still grinning, still panting...
Then swings it downwards where it smashes into the ground with a loud CRACK. He wastes no time; circles and sigils are drawn hastily, his claw dragging bloodstreaked furrows into the stone floor. He works fast, the symbols getting drawn sharp and abrupt, framing and encircling the stolen hairpin. And the end of whatever this arcane preparation is, Naugus draws one last line and...
FWOOM.
A portal tears open, hovering jagged and bright over the profane summoning circle. A doorway to a quiet shore, a scent of ocean air wafting briskly through, the sound of wheeling and whinging seabirds. There is a city nearby. Far enough to be a decent walk, but not so far that one can't hear the sounds of harbour industry, the bark of dogs, smell the smokestacks dotting the skyline. A wooden ship laden with cargo can be seen pulling into port, the shiphands hurrying to lash it to the docks.
Naugus grins at the sight of it, looking back to Amelia with that manic, evil smile, the blood now past his chin, streaking his beard red.
"Idiot girl. Look. Look. Look what you could have had all along had you paid me proper respect."