Sprinting at the party from the darkness comes a Red Templar, still clad in a helm and scraps of armour with the boots long gone, pale feet, stark red veins bulging unnaturally, hunched awkwardly though that doesn't hinder how it moves, seeking to slash and stab quickly from behind before they know what's hit them. Small growths of red lyrium sprout up from the shoulders but those hardly matter when the arms are entirely transformed into long cruel growths. If any have been unfortunate enough to have seen a Shriek then it is much the same; each arm is the weapon now, though there's something more terrifying about how red lyrium can do this to a person and still allow for them to be so changed and yet capable of moving, capable of fighting.
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Sprinting at the party from the darkness comes a Red Templar, still clad in a helm and scraps of armour with the boots long gone, pale feet, stark red veins bulging unnaturally, hunched awkwardly though that doesn't hinder how it moves, seeking to slash and stab quickly from behind before they know what's hit them. Small growths of red lyrium sprout up from the shoulders but those hardly matter when the arms are entirely transformed into long cruel growths. If any have been unfortunate enough to have seen a Shriek then it is much the same; each arm is the weapon now, though there's something more terrifying about how red lyrium can do this to a person and still allow for them to be so changed and yet capable of moving, capable of fighting.
Capable of killing.