[Hector's please fail to move the literally heartless being. If anything Fisher finds it annoying to offer up what he was going to eat anyway. No, Peter had to be eaten first, he was too fast, too wily. Hector was much easier to take out of the picture.]
Time to eat.
[Peter's demise comes with a deep boom that resonates through the marrow of his bones...Hector's too...and a blinding flash of blue-tinged light that punches through the evening darkness. And then there's a lightness in his chest. He's free...]
[And he hasn't been eaten.]
[Grand Fisher is now several yards away, a deep track having torn up the snow and winter grass where he was forcefully blown off of his prey.]
[Standing on the lawn, holding a cement tube inscribed with glowing azure runes on his shoulder, is Uncle Ben almost quaking with fury.]
Get the hell away from my kid.
[He doesn't wait for Grand Fisher to get his feet underneath him again before a second blast lances through the air and pounds into the monster, leaving him howling in pain as he turns and frantically flees the school. The damn thing is fast, and he's not sticking around. That weapon actually hurt him, and he leaves behind spatters of blackish blood that hiss in the snow.]
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Time to eat.
[Peter's demise comes with a deep boom that resonates through the marrow of his bones...Hector's too...and a blinding flash of blue-tinged light that punches through the evening darkness. And then there's a lightness in his chest. He's free...]
[And he hasn't been eaten.]
[Grand Fisher is now several yards away, a deep track having torn up the snow and winter grass where he was forcefully blown off of his prey.]
[Standing on the lawn, holding a cement tube inscribed with glowing azure runes on his shoulder, is Uncle Ben almost quaking with fury.]
Get the hell away from my kid.
[He doesn't wait for Grand Fisher to get his feet underneath him again before a second blast lances through the air and pounds into the monster, leaving him howling in pain as he turns and frantically flees the school. The damn thing is fast, and he's not sticking around. That weapon actually hurt him, and he leaves behind spatters of blackish blood that hiss in the snow.]