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The Last Supper - Hunting Grounds
[ Chosen idols will find themselves abruptly taken, in their unit's room one moment and out in a courtyard the next. An impossibly tall and incredibly dense garden hedge divides the courtyard into sections—moreover, it increasingly gets taller when climbed, preventing its residents from escaping their slice of the courtyard.
A few sparse bushes and trees decorate the area, but there's nothing to keep the hunted away from the hunter.
Everyone will find their unit powers are off. However, Hands and Mouths can feel the power deep within themselves—they can grasp that power and turn into their monster form, should they desire so. Hands will find themselves in a natural disadvantage, however: they're much smaller than their Mouth counterparts, diminutive in size, and moreover, while they acquire whatever claws and teeth their monster form affords them, Mouths are capable of strength beyond that—faster agility and strength at minimum, though they may also have supernatural abilities, such as the ability to breathe fire. ]
A few sparse bushes and trees decorate the area, but there's nothing to keep the hunted away from the hunter.
Everyone will find their unit powers are off. However, Hands and Mouths can feel the power deep within themselves—they can grasp that power and turn into their monster form, should they desire so. Hands will find themselves in a natural disadvantage, however: they're much smaller than their Mouth counterparts, diminutive in size, and moreover, while they acquire whatever claws and teeth their monster form affords them, Mouths are capable of strength beyond that—faster agility and strength at minimum, though they may also have supernatural abilities, such as the ability to breathe fire. ]
Re: 2/2
—Or like entrails.
More to eat, regardless.
This body is new to her and strangely familiar all at once; it tells her how to move. She drops her weight forward into a spiraling dive, a corona of golden heat building around her as her claws extend into a great swipe. ]
Re: 2/2
you're still in a fight with an enormous fuckoff dragon. the hands grasp at her own head, like trying to forestall a splitting headache, and also brace against the descending dragon's snout, but it's hardly enough, and they shred so quickly under the strike of those claws, even though there are more growing to replace them. ]
Re: 2/2
It will do.
Another corona of light begins channeling around her—an anima of camellia petals and banners of red-gold flame. Another dive, the flames circling around her; this time, it isn't a swipe, but a grab—as of an eagle plucking up a fish. ]
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