Hell and High water

“B- blu!.. Bloodbender!” Was the only word that bubbled desperately up from her chest when that feared red-dotted ghost entered her field of vision, weaving in and out of sight. Tarrlok’s arm tightened around her chest in answer.

A pale hand reached out, strong pale fingers locking around her wrist. Her fingers locked around his wrist immediately in reply (WhatinthenameofthespiritsamIdoing?).

“I know, my little turtle-duck.” Amon aimed a kick at the councilman’s head. “But thanks for the warning anyway.”


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This needs to happen. Amon needs to come save the day, and open a can of whoop- ass on Tarrrrrrrrrrlok. ( But gently, I still need that sexy slimeball after he's done)

Watercolours continue to vex and amaze me. Amon is just...EPIC.