+1. And destroy the giant when we land.
+1 the giant is holding us back, it needs to go.
[4]
You scream in frustration, your own deathly anger granting you flight as the caves of hell reverberate with rage for like the fifth time since you started this bossawful day. You fly through hell, scythe reaving through the air in wide strokes that slice so finely it creates a brief void for you to be sucked forward through. Your eyes, black and haunting, finally spot a mindflayer demon after some time. You swing your scythe around its neck, interrupting the thing that all demons seem so fond of doing (torturing souls if that wasn't clear) in order to toss it into a newly opened portal to Earth, following it through.
You slam onto the rich, fertile soil of some random, dense forest and have barely any time to sneer at the vibrancy before your blue-skinned, octopus-headed friend gurgles at you as he stands up from the ground, dusting off his black cloak. You give him the Death Glare and he shrinks, yet you can still somehow sense a measure of sarcasm in it. Damn mind flayers. Too smart for their own good, and you know damn well they can read your mind. The mind flayer nods, pointing off in a seemingly random direction in what they telepathically indicate is
probably the location of that infernal pet of yours. The density of horror, confusion and panic all give it away.DEATH STATUS:
BUDDING SUPERNATURAL HUNTERMINDFLAYER STATUS:
RATHER PERTURBEDRANDOM CITY IN FUCK-KNOWS-WHERE STATUS:
VERY PERTURBED