Dolemeck's telepathic cry out hit Ilya like a punch to the gut. For a moment there was nothing but terror, a terror much deeper than mere physical threats, the fear of there being nothing to live for, no one who loved him left alive. He'd only just gotten used to the idea that he had hope and love in this new century. And objectively, logically, Dolemeck's love for Ilya should be a good thing.
In the words of one philosopher, though, 'there's nothing like a good cause to bring out the worst in people.'
Ilya bursts out the hole in the wall, throwing furniture, chunks of the wall, chunks of the ceiling from the room behind him, and the bodies of other Purifiers into one another. He does not stop at any point to check if he should stop or if he's injuring people because he no longer gives a damn. In fact, that's now an acceptable loss. He brings the ceiling of the room behind him down - he'd already wrecked its' structural integrity, after all - and then the debris starts getting thrown at them, clumps of support beams, drywall, tile, twisted metal from the fluorescent lighting, everything.
When he's slammed a clear path forward, he runs, sprinting towards the library.
Anyone who he sees before then, he throws through walls with force the human body was never meant to endure, bones cracking and spines snapping with the impacts, not aided by the debris that'll probably be on top of them. Very long, very expensive hospital stays are going to be in their futures. He doesn't even register that he's supposed to care. He can only think about Dolemeck and how he can't lose anyone ever again. He's already lost his family, his hometown, his old country and his tribe, he can't lose anyone else, anything else, no matter what he has to do.
He hits the library with little preamble, and unceremoniously throws everyone one their feet into the nearest wall, angry enough that they should be grateful he doesn't just kill them outright-
Then he sees Dolemeck on the floor.
Ilya feels cold, suddenly, Arctic cold, sees the world tinged through the blue light of sunshine through ice. For a moment he isn't here, he's somewhere else entirely, a place his memory had previously locked down. And then he's back, but he isn't really, because he grabs ahold of one of the Purifiers telekinetically and yanks in two opposite directions.
Needless to say telekinetic force that brings down walls can rip bones out of sockets. The pain either knocks them out or leaves them too breathless and in pain to move. Again, and again, Ilya repeats the action, until there are no sounds left in the room but his own breathing, their moans of pain and the distant sounds of fighting throughout the Mansion.
He fell to his knees gracelessly beside Dolemeck, placed a hand on his head and, ignoring the blood and grime coating himself and his love, tried to get through to his mind. "Dolemeck? Dolemeck... please, please say something. Please.
If Dolemeck is truly dead, Ilya's next action will make what he just did look sane and rational by comparison.
Continued from Ilya's thread above at Dolemeck-mun's behest.
In the words of one philosopher, though, 'there's nothing like a good cause to bring out the worst in people.'
Ilya bursts out the hole in the wall, throwing furniture, chunks of the wall, chunks of the ceiling from the room behind him, and the bodies of other Purifiers into one another. He does not stop at any point to check if he should stop or if he's injuring people because he no longer gives a damn. In fact, that's now an acceptable loss. He brings the ceiling of the room behind him down - he'd already wrecked its' structural integrity, after all - and then the debris starts getting thrown at them, clumps of support beams, drywall, tile, twisted metal from the fluorescent lighting, everything.
When he's slammed a clear path forward, he runs, sprinting towards the library.
Anyone who he sees before then, he throws through walls with force the human body was never meant to endure, bones cracking and spines snapping with the impacts, not aided by the debris that'll probably be on top of them. Very long, very expensive hospital stays are going to be in their futures. He doesn't even register that he's supposed to care. He can only think about Dolemeck and how he can't lose anyone ever again. He's already lost his family, his hometown, his old country and his tribe, he can't lose anyone else, anything else, no matter what he has to do.
He hits the library with little preamble, and unceremoniously throws everyone one their feet into the nearest wall, angry enough that they should be grateful he doesn't just kill them outright-
Then he sees Dolemeck on the floor.
Ilya feels cold, suddenly, Arctic cold, sees the world tinged through the blue light of sunshine through ice. For a moment he isn't here, he's somewhere else entirely, a place his memory had previously locked down. And then he's back, but he isn't really, because he grabs ahold of one of the Purifiers telekinetically and yanks in two opposite directions.
Needless to say telekinetic force that brings down walls can rip bones out of sockets. The pain either knocks them out or leaves them too breathless and in pain to move. Again, and again, Ilya repeats the action, until there are no sounds left in the room but his own breathing, their moans of pain and the distant sounds of fighting throughout the Mansion.
He fell to his knees gracelessly beside Dolemeck, placed a hand on his head and, ignoring the blood and grime coating himself and his love, tried to get through to his mind. "Dolemeck? Dolemeck... please, please say something. Please.
If Dolemeck is truly dead, Ilya's next action will make what he just did look sane and rational by comparison.