Otomos the Crazy
That Which Resides in the Stars Beneath the Land
Freya glared at her enemy as whatever was left of the armor had forced themselves on. She didn't want to see him suffer. She didn't want to kill up close. She wanted him dead. A bloodstain and a memory, as one of her adventurer friends would have once put it. So she stood where she was. Her focus remained the same. Her magic pulsed once more. She had absolutely no control over her enemy's body, but she had full control over the metal that was her puppet. It was kept together through her magic, and controlled completely with all this focus. Allowing it to remain on was a mistake, and it would soon feel a tightness growing more and more strict. Freya had begun to shrink the puppet, and with no control over the one inside it, the pressure would surely cause pain as the process crushed him to death.
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