[He could go on (and he would), but at that moment Equius apparently decides that his interjections are too much. And while Karkat is a little surprised at the suddenness, having the centaur whirl on him and storm over to deliver a string of insults like that? That does stoke the flame of hatred in him quite suitably. But looming? Fuck that! Karkat flutters right up to eye level and hovers there.]
Even as a fairy I'm the finest troll you'll ever see, and it is only proof of what a magnanimous person I am that I dare grace you with my presence. You're a shame to existence as troll or beast, an insult to form, a joke at living creatures. I suck away all the good because something like you doesn't deserve it, and never will. But kill me with an arrow? Yeah, right. Like that would ever happen. A bow would only function in your hands through magic, and I'm not about to aid you. If I ever did, it would only be to turn the arrow back on you, but it's not worth it - the act of you being yourself is a greater punishment than death would ever be for being the detestable creature you are.
But you know what?
[He tosses a glance over to John.]
I think my help is needed here.
[He jabs his wand in the air, and with it sends a jet of magic at Equius. One that, if it hits, would put him (or at least what can fit) into a blue ball gown.]
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[He could go on (and he would), but at that moment Equius apparently decides that his interjections are too much. And while Karkat is a little surprised at the suddenness, having the centaur whirl on him and storm over to deliver a string of insults like that? That does stoke the flame of hatred in him quite suitably. But looming? Fuck that! Karkat flutters right up to eye level and hovers there.]
Even as a fairy I'm the finest troll you'll ever see, and it is only proof of what a magnanimous person I am that I dare grace you with my presence. You're a shame to existence as troll or beast, an insult to form, a joke at living creatures. I suck away all the good because something like you doesn't deserve it, and never will. But kill me with an arrow? Yeah, right. Like that would ever happen. A bow would only function in your hands through magic, and I'm not about to aid you. If I ever did, it would only be to turn the arrow back on you, but it's not worth it - the act of you being yourself is a greater punishment than death would ever be for being the detestable creature you are.
But you know what?
[He tosses a glance over to John.]
I think my help is needed here.
[He jabs his wand in the air, and with it sends a jet of magic at Equius. One that, if it hits, would put him (or at least what can fit) into a blue ball gown.]