WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
“I came and went from Halo as I pleased long before you were here,” Wessex replies dryly, her face tightening into a slight frown at Sah’s tone and the implication that he ought to know who is in Halo at all times. Her relationships with the NPCs people of Halo are none of his business.
As for what she’s doing - it should be obvious.
Using her foot to pull the skewered punkin like one might scrape something off a shovel, Wessex quickly punts that one away, where it cracks against an icy building corner. She takes a moment to appreciate the fancy lightning come out of Sah’s sword, but it isn’t long before a big one is bouncing their way again and this time, the Wraith goes all Fruit Ninja on it, slashing in a wide arct instead of down.
As for what she’s doing - it should be obvious.
Using her foot to pull the skewered punkin like one might scrape something off a shovel, Wessex quickly punts that one away, where it cracks against an icy building corner. She takes a moment to appreciate the fancy lightning come out of Sah’s sword, but it isn’t long before a big one is bouncing their way again and this time, the Wraith goes all Fruit Ninja on it, slashing in a wide arct instead of down.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
