[ The body builder that jerked back from Tim starts to sizzle with the unmistakeable smell of cooking meat. Underneath, though, the result is not steak or even burnt flesh: it's wasting away to nothing, to uselessness, to the opposite of everything they wanted to be. They let out a guttural cry and stagger back a few paces.
(Next to Tim, Algric is borderline invisible, his mists already snaking around and searching for a path out. If he can teleport them, maybe--)
Jared rolls those two beady eyes towards his bodybuilder. Considers their pathetic flesh. Then turns back to Tim, rather more calculating now. ]
"'ardly nothing left of the flesh in there. Just a domesticated corpse."
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(Next to Tim, Algric is borderline invisible, his mists already snaking around and searching for a path out. If he can teleport them, maybe--)
Jared rolls those two beady eyes towards his bodybuilder. Considers their pathetic flesh. Then turns back to Tim, rather more calculating now. ]
"'ardly nothing left of the flesh in there. Just a domesticated corpse."
[ Desiccated. ]