Tell’s hands were slow to release their grip. They quivered with fury and held an iron grip on their collar. They waited many moments in this posture, long enough that black sludge began to roll off of Tell’s form, piece by piece. Two particularly large chunks sloughed to the dirt beneath his bare feet.
There was nothing he could do. It made Tell furious, as if anger would solve the problem before him. As the Parasite stared blankly back with its hollow eyes, Tell’s fingers loosened. Eventually, his hands fell to his side as fists. He took a step back and let his bare foot dig into the raw earth.
His fists raised and extended into open palms, a gesture that might have been mistaken for a shrug were it not for the fact that his shoulders did not move an inch. There was a snapping sound accompanied by a flash of light, and Tell was suddenly clad in a grey outfit, occupying the middle of the monochromatic spectrum shared between the trio of villains.
The outfit lacked a shirt; Tell’s bare chest was exposed to the elements and still coated at various points by the thick substance. His lower legs were now covered by robe, grey and padded by excessively dull pads of leather. It was split down the front and back for ease of movement. He wore gauntlets as well, constructions of leather and silver, but it was the helmet that truly grasped for attention. Simple in shape, rounded and smooth, it nevertheless sported a modest set of antlers which flowed backwards over the head. With a simple t-shaped slit for his eyes, it was easy to see that his eyes now glowed an unearthly shade of green-yellow. The effect was particularly striking against the shadows the helmet cast on the rest of his visible features.
Tell sat upon the earth, his gauntlets and charms making various clinking sounds as he did so. With unhidden hatred, he told the Parasite. “He is certainly a rebellious ‘extension of your will,’ is he not?” Tell snorted with derision before narrowing his gleaming yellow eyes.
He dismissed all but the red crystal ball and looked to Syrathan, whimpering off in the dirt. A horrible twinge of sympathy struck at his heart, though the expression appeared closer to annoyance due to the effect of his glowing eyes. What had these wretched souls done to him? He turned his focus back to one he could despise.
The red crystal ball swirled around him and came to a rest in his lap. “Betray your word and I will see to it that you suffer, abomination.”