[ The tar becomes the sky as Jail escapes it, a starless night, shimmering with the iridescence of oil.
Rex's head raises when Jail speaks, gripping the handle of the massive sword. The other Jails he's been killing mostly tried to sneak up on him or attempted to blow everything up immediately. It's a different approach, but all the same he stands, hauling the enormous weapon out of the ground with a burst of the black substance that seems to bleed out of the ground like a wound. ]
Another one? [ Rolling his shoulders and slowly walking closer, his aggressive intentions are clear even if he's taking his time, holding the sword in a reverse grip so it trails sparks behind him as it slices the ground. ] Always joking. I don't want to hear any more.
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Rex's head raises when Jail speaks, gripping the handle of the massive sword. The other Jails he's been killing mostly tried to sneak up on him or attempted to blow everything up immediately. It's a different approach, but all the same he stands, hauling the enormous weapon out of the ground with a burst of the black substance that seems to bleed out of the ground like a wound. ]
Another one? [ Rolling his shoulders and slowly walking closer, his aggressive intentions are clear even if he's taking his time, holding the sword in a reverse grip so it trails sparks behind him as it slices the ground. ] Always joking. I don't want to hear any more.