⚔️ [ Aeron and Graydon ]
send in ⚔️ for sender’s muse to attack receiver’s muse.
Graydon turned his head uncomfortably toward one side, his neck cracking. His skin wasn't it's normal clear, smoothness. It was now covered in blisters and open sores. There was something distinctly off about him entirely, which the other had so clearly picked up on it seemed. As they moved in to attack him he lift his right hand, grabbing the sword with it, black blood mixed with red blooming from the younger males palm as the sharp edge tore into his skin, corruption and red blood spiraled down Graydon's arm before he took his left hand, pulling it back for a moment and then sent it deep into the others gut with a powerful punch. ".ʇɐɥʇ ภɐɥʇ ɹǝʇʇǝ๒ ʇ๏ɭ ɐ ๏๔ ๏ʇ ǝʌɐɥ ๏ʇ ƃภᴉ๏ƃ ǝɹ'ภ๏⅄"
