Быть Гладу и Хладу / There will be Hunger and Cold: 11. Какая-то часть Ильи хотела удариться в стену лбом, лбом же проверяя крепость той стены, противопоставив ее твердости собственного черепа

11. Some part of Ilya wanted to bang his forehead against the wall, testing its strength with his forehead, contrasting its hardness with that of his own skull

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 11:22

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Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 11:22

Sometimes it happens to a person that he instinctively realizes that enough has been said and there is no more room for words in this world. Now, in Ilya's opinion, such a moment has come. Everything that could be said, he has just successfully said, and he was not going to say more. Without shaking the air with empty words, the earthling uses the best martial art known to him and other earthlings - running. No, what he saw was not a priori a mortal threat, just as it was not invincible, but the last thing he needed was to arrange a massacre in the middle of the city, where belated passers-by were still walking. It was better to follow the desperately running victim, leading him away from the witnesses. These witnesses were equally unnecessary for both the "kid" and the "victim".

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 11:30

It is not difficult to hide from view. It is already late, the winter darkness has turned the unlit neighborhoods into the kingdom of night, and all sorts of thieves, here called good people. All who are not good, leave the house at such a time at their own peril and risk, if they have the opportunity to protect themselves and their property. It is very similar to the history of cities on earth, long before the invention of gunpowder. An old unwritten tradition - without a good reason, good people do not break into houses, but even at night, only those who can clearly answer the question of who they are in life and what they have forgotten here walk the streets.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 11:32

Obviously, despite the quick and unambiguous reaction, the diver did not count on a successful escape at all, being sure that the "kid" would catch up with him. He would not be against running away, remaining within the framework of his mask, but he did not believe that it would work. In the same way, he was sure that they would play with him first. He would let him run away as far as possible, wear him out, and make fun of the man dying of fear. Of course, a properly assembled build and a sturdy Maniac would not be deceived by his escape for long, and he would be able to confuse and confuse the runner quite decently, despite all of Ilya's coolness. But if his sudden interlocutor with a lack of lollipops in his body was really smart and in his right mind, he would simply attack from behind, without a conversation.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 11:36

Again, there is always a chance to make a mistake and perceive someone else's intelligence as stupidity. And the chance is not small. The Maniac has many, many ways to impose a long-lasting enhancement on himself, weakening the victim at the same time, if that victim is properly exhausted, frightened, worn out, brought to despair, and on the brink of madness. Oh, Maniacs know, love, and practice high-quality Madness no worse than the Warsaw orbital complex knows in the space program. Fear and Madness are not for nothing considered their main strength, fitting into the root talent of the class in the same way as Wendigo has Hungor and Cald. And yes, Ilya was absolutely sure that he met a natural Maniac - everything is too characteristic, from behavior and manners, to the talents used.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 11:39

A human heart was beating under the disguise, big and adult, not a kid's, while a kid's heart did not beat, but was tightly clenched in a fist in time with the beating of a living heart, rhythmically and inexorably forcing someone else's life and shell to continue the semblance of life. This asshole really has a child's heart, like in the immortal and bearded joke from the section of extremely black humor! That heart is clenched in his hands, serving as the basis of "Taken Face" or another talent of the same group. But Ilya is ready to bet a year's salary on the face; it suits all the noticed details too well. The disguise of the Maniacs is generally considered the best among all the first-level classes, if we are talking about mimicry, and not pure secrecy in general. Which makes Ilya think that the "kid" either does not have an optimally assembled build, or that build is somewhat non-standard and focuses on something else.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 11:42

"Uncle, uncle, where are you going?" A voice full of indescribable joy and tenderness, at the same time causing a latent horror and nausea, literally knocking you off your feet, making you curl up in a ball from the chorus of many children's voices in your head. "Uncle, let's play!"

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 11:44

Ilya falls, stumbles, and runs, urged on by the voice of the "boy" coming from different directions, looking around with a wild look and almost ruining his pants with an involuntary emptying. He believed him, despite the fact that he should have noticed several details - a certain coldness in the look with which Ilya looked under the disguise, the very fact that the "redneck" understood that he needed to run. Well, in order not to accuse the enemy of stupidity completely without any grounds, even an ungifted person would have found reasons to behave exactly like that. It was clearly not a boy who saw how carefully the redneck-hunter examined his legs and boot prints, and only then ran. It is quite possible to expect a sophisticated intuition, the ability to read tracks, and the mastery of quickly squeezing the acceleration pedal from dangerous places from a "redneck". There are such individuals, too.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 11:46

Ilya didn't run for long, about a block and a half, pretending not to understand and not to notice how he was being led away from residential streets and houses, deeper into the slums, which seemed to have died out that night. Maniacs, they are like that, they work with space and areal effects at a literally insane level, like all other madmen, yes. The victim must run; such are the rules. The victim must not find help; such is their fate. No one will hear the screams of the victim, such is the story told. You can fully play the Maniac, with all the power of the class, only alone, even if you are in a community. You can fully reveal the class only after long and thoughtful preparation, preferably associated with a large number of victims.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 11:49

But when it comes to direct combat, Maniacs are one of four - an alternative opinion says five - of the initial classes that have a chance, with a fair amount of luck, to destroy the holy seven gifted sent after his head. If the fight is on his territory, if the fight is going according to his rules, if everything is prepared correctly, and he strikes first, and, of course, if he manages to split these seven into at least three separate bundles. Fortunately, his opponent is definitely not one of those who are capable of such a thing; he is not yet in the right development, not yet in the right list of victims, and not quite in the right build. But this does not mean that Ilya, who clearly has either "Mark of the Slain" or "Right to Kill", and definitely something from the "Indifferent Pursuit" talent tree, is obliged to play by someone else's rules.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 11:53

Many people believe that Maniacs are among the first to come close to working with that part of the Mechanism that is responsible for the work and functioning of the lacunas in the Broken World. And any, the very basis of their nature. A crazy and terrible nature, as crazy and terrible as the source of the Maniacs' power. The pursuit does not avert the eyes of others, or rather, it does not just avert, does not mentally affect, no. It seems to drag the victim and the Maniac to a slightly different plane of existence, displacing the pursuer and the escaping from reality. And that is why no one comes to help, no one hears screams, and even the murder happening very close by is so easy to miss. That is why the alleys are so empty, that is why they will not meet either a patrol of guards or bandits wandering about their night business.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 15:57

A class that requires a very sick mind, but at the same time a cool and brilliantly clever head to fully take advantage of all its advantages. The Maniac's talents, despite all their seemingly imbalanced brokenness, are very whimsical to the conditions of application. An extra witness or even just attention directed at you? The distortion of reality will not work, and the victim will be kicked back into normal conditions, as well as the maniac himself. Squeeze too much? You will overexert yourself and burst, without even reaching the victim. Squeeze too little? You yourself will not hold the fragile and shaky constructs created from your own reserve, and therefore extremely gluttonous. Fail to take into account a bunch of secondary details? You will end up a fool and without another spare life, if they are still left. Not to mention the fact that outside large cities and very densely populated agglomerations, the Maniac becomes indecently vulnerable and useless.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 15:59

As they joke on Earth, these are the socially-oriented classes in your Broken, each more fucked up than the other. The fucking Maniacs, the completely insane Storytellers in every sense, and all the other “social” archetypes according to the Ancient creators of the Broken. It gets to the point that even among earthlings, many develop the Maniac into a classic melee fighter with an emphasis on stealth and bleeding attacks, making a kind of sly version of the Assassin specialized for urban combat. Because a Maniac lacking the spark of madness and having at least some brakes in a direct conflict will lose to most of the other gifted ones, even if they are not oriented towards combat. And no one will sit to shit in the same sector of the Broken next to those who have no brakes and lit a spark into a fucking fire.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 16:20

The problem is, where else can you see these Maniacs, especially those who know how to use their lot a little, and in a vulgar and understandable direct fight? In general, to take down a Maniac, you need to know how they fight, how they act, how they think... or be a Seeker, which is almost always a counter for Maniacs, yes. Ilya was not a Seeker, which he did not even regret much, but he still knew the theory of how to fight such assholes quite well. How to kill them. That is why he began to follow the "victim program", fitting into the story told by the maniac to the entire universe at once. That is why he did not play his role through to the end. If he had allowed himself to be driven into a lair on someone else's terms, he could have died even though they did not consider him a diver and did not expect a catch.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 16:24

He chose the moment not quite ideally, but successfully, about another block away from the point where they persistently tried to drive him, swaggering and leading him in circles. If the Maniac had not been so absorbed in his superiority or simply more crazy, more closely related to his Lot, he would have noticed, for example, the almost zero supply of fear from the victim. But he did not notice, just as he did not expect that at one moment the victim would stop stumbling and breathing heavily, and then silently fall onto a relatively clean section of city dirt, pushing off the ground with all his limbs exactly to the point where the freak, who had put on the appearance of the child he had killed, was hiding. He was hiding, of course, in the opposite direction from the point from which the "boy's" voice was coming. Maniacs use all sorts of ventriloquism options so often that this choice is not even considered a "violin".

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 17:09

The boy raised his eyebrows in surprise when they noticed him and started to approach him, but his face became even more surprised when the first jump shifted into a de facto run on all fours. No, he tried to break the distance and would have done so if his pursuit skill, which allows you to catch up with a fleeing victim in one step, reducing the distance by ten or more of those steps, had been developed to at least the second or third level. Depending on whether it was "Relentless Pursuit" or "Step Behind the Back", different patterns of pumping and aspectization are used there. But under the direct and focused gaze of someone who was no longer a victim, and so suddenly, the boy with freckles could only squeak in surprise when the fist of an adult man, massive against the background of his face, cracked the teenage skull like a raw egg.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 17:10

Alas, this is not an amateur Charmancer, but a full-fledged Maniac, who managed to get quite fat and start creating his own legend, history, myth, who has already linked himself with Lazy, who has clearly already managed to create a lair for himself. He couldn’t help but create it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have launched indifference; he wouldn’t have managed to pull Ilya out of the fabric of the normal world. The mask he had put on burst, the child’s heart clenched in his fist dried up and rotted, and Ilya met the stranger’s fist with an open palm. He met it, took the blow, involuntarily stepping back due to the enemy’s advantage in mass, and then he clenched that fist tightly, looking his real enemy in the face.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 17:33

A man, and not just a man, but a real man. A direct embodiment of ancient memes about beautiful males who should be only slightly more attractive than a monkey. Although, okay, you shouldn't humiliate monkeys too much with such comparisons. Tall and large, flabby, with crooked teeth battered by caries, a face covered in old pockmarks, an ugly bald spot on the crown of his head decorated with ulcers. He was so ugly that he almost wanted to puke. Literally. This ugliness is by no means natural, but a consequence of talent from the subtype of properties. "Disgusting Appearance", four divisions, and also an extreme enhancement of physical and energy characteristics at the cost of horrific ugliness, which in itself acts as an optical, mental-disorienting effect.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 17:35

In principle, the bastard's logic is quite understandable. With the Maniac's ability to mimic, it wouldn't be so stupid to make yourself a real freak, because there will always be a victim whose appearance you can take. Maniacs generally love such tricks and can make the build more diverse. Thirteen base talent points. The second largest among standard first-level classes. However, a larger number of initial talent points is generally typical for classes with an emphasis on crazy tricks. In the case of a normal build, these extra points are used to take compensatory talents. In the case of idiocy and a clinical inability to think properly, they become another reason for desynchronization. It's not surprising that Ilya didn't choose this class, despite all its advantages. The disadvantages completely outweigh those advantages.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 17:45

The freak smiled with all his toothless grin and clenched his fist tighter, yanking Ilya towards himself, trying to squeeze him in a bear hug. Ilya didn't fall for it, knowing full well that they wouldn't hug him, but most likely cut and torment him, and cut him so hard that even frozen flesh wouldn't save him. A shadow of irritated surprise flashed in his opponent's eyes that the victim hadn't given in to his jerk, but had managed to slip away. And then, as they say, it dawned on him. It dawned on him that the victim wasn't afraid at all, that said victim was too strong and agile for, well, a victim, that the running and almost shitting man simply couldn't know where to strike.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 17:46

And then Ilya's mask of Lurking Evil finally flies off, and the uncanny valley effect begins to work at full power. His face has not changed, but it has become alien, evil, wrong, evoking associations with a predatory beast. Unlike Ilya, the enemy felt a pang of fear, an instinctive fear, which a cruel and insane person experiences when he sees something that has long ceased to be human. And then they struck, both at the same time, converging at an extremely close distance and diverging two heartbeats later.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 17:48

Thick and viscous drops of black blood fall from Ilya's forearm and cheek, fall abundantly and unnaturally fast, as if a simple man were bleeding, as if the blood, despite its thickness, could not be retained in the frozen body, flowing out. In the enemy's right hand is a thin and repeatedly sharpened butcher's knife, thinned from constant sharpening, small and funny, but devilishly sharp. In the left hand is a rusty iron hook, on which they hang the carcasses of skinned cattle, allowing the released blood to flow. The good clothes on Ilya's side are torn and hopelessly ruined, but the hook only damaged the fabric. It did not have time to enter under the ribs and tear out that very rib.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 18:06

The enemy also did not remain without return pleasantries. His blows to the nimble and diligently trying not to let himself be cut earthling did not remain unanswered. On his sagging belly, covered with a dirty apron with blood stains, a long, such cut gapes. Alas, but the intestines do not ask to come out, and there is little blood in the cut, only red veins are visible, and a dense layer of subcutaneous fat, elastic and strong, like rubber. Really strong, because the knife in Ilya's hands did not cope, almost cracking in the middle of the blade. A blow with a hand, a pinch with exposed nails, scratched the neck under the chin, but even all the strength of the frozen body was not enough to grab the throat, so as not to slip on the greasy skin of the Maniac.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 18:23

"Possessed." The enemy said in a shrill and unnaturally squeaky voice, as if he were still unintentionally pretending to be a child. "Hungry."

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 17:49

"Maniac." Ilya answers in the same spirit, but his tone is dry, calm, and completely indifferent, merely a statement of fact. "Butcher."

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 17:50

A completely insane smile blossoms on the freak's face, full of malice and the desire to skin, kill, hang the body on hooks, and make it the source of his power. Yes, his opponent also has an in-depth starting class, just like the Wendigo is an in-depth version of the classic Possessed. Any class has its own in-depths, which in fact do not make that class fundamentally new, no. They simply open access to a number of talents characteristic of such classes, and also allow you to save a talent on taking the key foundation of the class.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 18:25

If Ilya had not been Wendigo, but had simply become Possessed, he would have been able to assemble a build that was not identical, but very similar. Only, instead of "Hungor and Cald" as a basis, he would have had the classic "Obsession with Evil" with three steps. Which would have made the "Wendigo" build not so much weaker, although not without that, but simply irrational to choose, forcing him to assemble the classic "malicious" Possessed. So this bastard chose not just a Maniac, but his advanced version, which is sometimes considered not just the first step, but the first step plus another tenth of the step.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 18:28

On average, with the right leveling, the deep ones are not stronger than their standard colleagues; they are just more specialized and effective within the framework of the specialization. And they are much more brainwashing, closer to desynchronization, which is why many divers, even having the opportunity, do not choose such classes. And this is taking into account the fact that almost any novice diver will have at least one deep class available among the proposed options. Just like Ilya himself had four branches of the Possessed and Sage available.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 18:32

So he is confronted by the Butcher.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 15:21

It's a bad thing, but it could have been worse. It could have been the Collector, and one who had already started collecting.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 15:22

On the other hand, the Cannibal could have been caught, after which it would have been the enemy who would have felt the worst, not Ilya.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 15:22

"You're mine." The freak didn't pause longer than necessary, once again unfolding his madness, cutting off the place of their battle from possible witnesses. "All mine!"

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 15:23

Ilya would advise not to rush into such amateur performances too early, because there is still the question of who locked whom up with whom. The Butcher is not for nothing considered the most "physical" variety of the Maniac; his talent mechanics are relatively simple and straightforward, as for such a crazy archetype, but he is not up against a cotton-wool Charmancer or a Martyr deprived of mobility, but an extremely vicious, nimble, and agile beast in the person of Ilya. And he was not going to become meat for this creature in human form.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 18:34

A dash to get closer is met with a cold Breath right in the face, and then a somersault, going straight into an icy cloud. There is no snow, only a bit of dirt and small debris raised by the Breath, but the enemy is still hidden from view for a moment. He is not at a loss, using the Maniacs' signature blink-type teleportation ability in the absence of direct visual contact. The hook whistled dangerously close to the earthling's back, but only cut through the air. The enemy involuntarily failed in the attack, taking half a step more than necessary. His dash is swift, but dangerous for him, because he entered the area of ​​the skill's action, which had weakened slightly after the first moment, but was still very cold.

Camrad_RIP 05.09.25 в 05:15

Here, he would have struck with a Howl, but Ilya still did not inform the whole city about who had settled here, first of all, because of old Ryuk, who would not let him leave the city if a large-scale search began. And it is not a fact that it would have affected him; madmen are traditionally resistant to mental effects in the same way as "cold" and "dark" classes are to curses. Instead of howling, Ilya dodges and strikes again, this time with a cleaver, completely ignoring the instincts of a hunting animal, which require moving to a close distance, tearing, and tormenting. No, without an active appearance he will not embrace this woodpecker, he risks not surviving those embraces.

Camrad_RIP 05.09.25 в 05:18

The classic, academic lunge is aimed strictly at the lower abdomen, under its sagging mass, trying to reach the groin and cause bleeding, combined with castration. This lunge was so successful that, probably, neither before nor after he will ever be able to make such a successful lunge; it only happens once in a lifetime. If the eternally grumpy and dissatisfied Figa were standing nearby, he would shed tears and, wiping his tears with a handkerchief, would admit that it was Ilya who was his best creation in the field of mentorship and fencing. Well, Ilya is probably exaggerating a little, but only a little.

Camrad_RIP 05.09.25 в 06:10

Alas, but all the swordsman's talent was wasted when the opponent at the last moment turned his body and literally knocked down Ilya's blow with his own belly, simultaneously cutting the blade with a hook and pressing it to his body with his flat side. The earthling did not hold on to the cleaver, did not even try to pull it back, instead stepping to the side and letting the cutting swing of the skinner pass by, not allowing it to crash into him with all its mass. And he himself kicks, clearly and sharply, right under the fat ass of the freak..

Camrad_RIP 05.09.25 в 06:12

It felt like he had hit a rubber dummy, but the power in Wendigo's body hadn't gone anywhere, and the enemy was forced to fly face-first, throwing aside the cleaver that had broken in the middle, unable to withstand the gifted one's grip. He flew and hit the wall of some half-abandoned shack, hitting it with his whole weight, damn it. He broke through that wall with his fat carcass, hiding behind the wall and casually stabbing a tramp sleeping there, who hadn't even had time to wake up. Ilya, who maintained special vision, didn't miss that moment, and when he jumped into the gap after the maniac, he didn't screw up. Overgrown, terribly thin, and painfully pale, like a consumptive, the beggar presses his bloody hand to his face, trying to find his left eye where it had recently been. His second palm points to the exit from the hut, and his lips, parched from the heat and coughing, squeeze out a barely audible:

Camrad_RIP 05.09.25 в 06:15

"There..." Ilya ignores the mental effect of redirecting attention, which should have confused even the Wendigo for a moment, sending him on a false trail and leaving his back open to a blow. "Yhh!"

Camrad_RIP 05.09.25 в 06:16

The blow to Ilya's back did not happen; Ilya delivered this blow himself, and not at all to the back, but precisely to the head, splitting the beggar's skull with a kick. Again, that same spatial effect of madness, thanks to which the Butcher's carcass fits into a tubercular beggar, then into a young boy, as if folding into itself. It is not for nothing that all madmen are compared to an extremely dark version of "Alice in Wonderland", because this magical element acts in extremely similar ways. So similar that one of the four of Earth obtained permission to exhume Lewis Carroll's grave to check whether he was a carrier of the magical element of the Broken long before the Seven. The exhumation, by the way, showed nothing, although several fours were attracted, who on Earth had scanning talents of their first level.

Camrad_RIP 05.09.25 в 06:18

The Butcher jumps out of the discarded shell as if he had a spring under his ass, and Ilya is casually surprised by someone else's professionalism. He managed to slaughter, take out the heart, and activate the talent, simultaneously putting on the beggar's body, in that split second when he fell out of the direct gaze of the earthling. Here is a real respect hatching, as well as disgust mixed with apprehension. He is either incredibly cool or has simply completely surrendered to Madness, going completely out of sync. Ilya would consider the second option the only correct one, but no, you can't be overly proud and consider yourself the only smart person in the area. And the bastard copied his class and the subtype of that class too quickly; he uses his strengths too well, not allowing Ilya to reveal his own advantages.

Camrad_RIP 05.09.25 в 07:26

It seems that he is confronted by an individual who is well-versed in theory and practice, but who gets too carried away, misses small details, and makes annoying mistakes. For example, this trick with quick camouflage and distraction seems to be practiced, hammered into the subcortex at least in theoretical terms, but has not become natural - otherwise he would remember that the earthling saw through his camouflage.

Camrad_RIP 05.09.25 в 07:54

Ilya is almost certain that another diver jumped on him in a cloud of discarded body parts.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 15:20

Ilya has an unpleasant suspicion that he is not the only earthling in this scene.

Camrad_RIP 04.09.25 в 15:19

Ilya doesn't hesitate or slow down, blowing ice into his opponent's mug, immediately stepping away from the temporarily blinded freak, who is rapidly regenerating his burst eyes, simultaneously losing weight with his fat belly, and then kicks him under the knee. A crunch, wet and disgusting, showed that the fatty protective layer of his appearance did not protect him from the traumatic impact on his kneecap. A hoarse howl, turning into a howling squeal, full of malicious, active madness, and then Ilya himself hisses through clenched teeth, barely managing to turn his leg. He turned it, and the skinner's lunge did not cut off his entire calf, like a piece of meat for tenderloin, but only cut it to the stop, scratching the bone.

Camrad_RIP 05.09.25 в 07:55

Black blood falls on the mud of the hut, the fat carcass rolls away with incredible grace, as such, giving Ilya a short pause for a couple of breaths. They look at each other, perfectly seeing their targets in complete darkness, although the Butcher's vision is probably still not so perfect in distinguishing objects in complete darkness. A second's pause, but they do not say a word to each other, rushing into battle, meeting close once more, each using his talent before this. Ilya exhales again, no longer holding back, not in a closed room, not where the enemy has nowhere to retreat. A stream of cold comes out of his lungs, hitting the Butcher's carcass, but he does something that Ilya does not fully understand, somehow distorting reality with madness not for himself or the victim, but for the exhaled cold. And the cold seems to go somewhere, flows through the enemy, not having time to cling to him.

Camrad_RIP 05.09.25 в 07:57

The Earthling realizes, to his surprise, that he has no idea what aspect the enemy used, using the thrice-damned "Time for Games" in such a way. No, if he were already a second stage or a maximally pumped-up first stage, then it would be clear, but if he were that strong, then Ilya would have neither horns nor legs left. The Butcher's technique breaks. He cannot withstand the full power of Ilya's talent, albeit not pumped up, but also about five initial steps. And yet the enemy has some second. And the scum does not waste this second, hitting the lighter Earthling with his entire body, too large, too heavy, too fast, and agile. He hits and literally lifts Ilya into the air, throws him, and thus deprives him of the opportunity to maneuver, any chance to evade death.

Camrad_RIP 05.09.25 в 07:59

The sharpened skinner aims precisely at the very bottom of the belly to pierce the flesh and go up, opening up the almost useless now icy flesh like a fish, releasing the intestines and the life itself from another carcass. Surely he was already planning where exactly to hang that gutted and cut-open carcass in his lair. But it didn’t happen, it didn’t work out, it was no luck: as soon as the blade touched Ilya’s body, a transparent and ghostly bloody skin appeared around that body. And a mouth also appeared, opening right under the Butcher’s hand, who at that moment certainly regretted that his knife was so short. But Ilya mentally praised himself for holding the skin until the decisive moment, so that the enemy would definitely fall into the trap he had set. Although it was unpleasant with the caviar, he had taken a big risk when he allowed himself to be cut so deeply.

Camrad_RIP 05.09.25 в 08:11

The hand sank into the maw up to the wrist and a little more, and the earthling grabbed Butcher's shoulders with both hands, not trying to hit him with a Breath while he was blocked by madness, but simply and unpretentiously smashing his forehead into the bridge of his nose. Everything as Pasha Lysy had bequeathed, Seryoga's big buddy and the main reason that young Ilya never went out for a walk with the company without a telescopic baton, because this shaved dick found adventures on their asses as if he had at least a two in FaFo right back on Earth. Under the memories of his friend who had long since settled down, started a family, and moved to the South Carolina agglomeration, as well as under the cracking of the nose bridge of the gasping freak, Ilya grabbed his opponent's shoulders with his fingers even tighter. The fat layer sagged and began to crackle unpleasantly, tearing under the touch of the unnaturally strong body of the Hunger-obsessed diver.

Camrad_RIP 05.09.25 в 08:14