[locked to tastes_of_honey]
::...and tracking the child was easier than he'd thought it'd be. a reservation... a blasted township... a church. the fallen one may have lost his mind, but the child was, without a doubt, as he claimed - the Word made flesh and the lever to shift the world. the child was protected, certainly, but PINpoints are useful like that. portal in, grab the child, snap its neck, dodge the thunder, portal out.::
::smouldering slightly in the yard outside the house:: We did it? ::witness exhibit a, one erased Word.:: We did it.