Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141003213306/@comment-3293219-20141011214630

Odin smiled as Robin fell to the floor, crying out as they landed with a thud, sprawled out along the ground as their father towered over them, with a satisfied grin on his face.

"Perhaps I didn't give you enough credit, you were incredibly difficult to find...

It was almost impressive." Odin said to his adversary, as if he had some sort of respect for them, perhaps he did.

"Though you made a mistake, coming back to the Reach!" He called out, kicking Robin in the face and sending them spinning to the floor as they flexed their muscles, charging their hands up and getting ready to assimilate.

"Still, no matter, I still get your body and I'm better off on the deal... I should probably thank you for strengthening the genes of our clan, kind of funny that the weakest of our family line is responsible for our transformation into Gods." Odin mused as Robin pathetically crawled away from him, trying to get back to Aia's embrace. This prompting Odin to shake his head in disgust as he marched over to Robin and brought his foot down on their back, causing them to squawk and fall back to the ground, with an almighty thud.

Despite the fact that they were in agony and they saw nothing but death waiting for them, Robin couldn't help but laugh, coughing occasionally as their possibly cracked ribs moved. This obviously confused Odin as he slowly and rather calmly removed his foot.

"What's so funny, whelp?"

"Our... F-Family line..." Robin laughed, giggling to themselves, rather darkly as they clung to their shattered body, trying to hold it together.

"Ends... With me..."

"Hmm... You keep telling yourself that, we both know that when I get control of you, my grandchildren will be the most powerful entities that Nirn has to offer!" Odin replied, his strong voice showed his confidence in his plan and in his unborn grandchildren.

"They'll be... S-Stillborn..." Robin wheezed, unable to move as they lay, curled up on the ground, cringing as they felt a surge of pain shoot through their body. This prompted a silence from Odin as he began to wonder if this was just the mad ramblings of a defeated woman or truth, what did Karliah know?

"Explain yourself!"

"I... P-Poisoned myself... After escaping..." Robin choked, chuckling again, knowing full well that no matter what, they had the last laugh.

"Th-The poison... Attacks the... s-sexual organs of... whoever drinks it... making them... infertile..."

It was with this explanation that Odin's face changed, his confident expression turned to one of despair, for just a few seconds, it was one of the few times that he had ever expressed such an emotion as he associated such emotions with the weak but in this case, he couldn't help it, he was taken by surprise.

He soon shook it off and bore his teeth, finding himself enraged at Robin's treachery, he clenched his fist, which began to resonate with some sort of red, electrical energy as his anger was converted into power.

"Our clan ends... With... Me..." As Robin finished, the old man's foot slammed into their spine, sending them rolling over, writhing in pain as they lay on their back, mouth open, gasping for breath. They didn't get long to recover before another foot was driven into their ribs, then another into their side and another into their ribs. Odin repeatedly kicked his own daughter, intending on beating her to death...

The Shaman brought his foot down on Robin's fingers, crushing the bones inside them as he did so and getting another agonising scream from them as their father continued to grind his heel down, destroying the bones in their fingers in as many places as possible, to inflict as much pain as possible on their shameful failure of a daughter.

Robin rolled over, onto their front and tried to crawl away, driven by instinct now, to get as far away from the pain as possible but they soon received another kick to the ribs, prompting them to cry out in pain as they were brutally beaten, repeatedly being kicked in the torso, until they lost the strength to move at all and ended up lying, limp, on the ground as the old man continued to beat on them, barely even noticing the fact that they had long since stopped screaming or even reacting to the beatings.

Though Odin wished that he could fully beat Robin to death, he decided that leaving their body on the side of the road, to be eaten alive by wolves would be a much better way for Robin's underwhelming life to end and eventually he stopped, stumbling back and panting heavily from the sheer of exhaustion of the beating as well as the exhausting amount of rage, that had warranted it.

He wiped his sweaty brow, with his arm and stumbled back, seemingly uncaring of the fact that there were other people around and  that he was being watched. After regaining his composure, he straightened his back and folded his arms, his breathing slowly returned to normal.

"Good riddance..."

