Clockwork Angels

He'd returned to his humble cabin in the woods. Ghislain had departed that desert in a foul mood. The wilderness is far from any Alaskan settlement or people. His home went even further into that remote place. It was a log cabin built and put together by himself. All the furniture and things sat with animal pelts and wooden frames. Leather on some of them tanned from hides. He sat outside in a chair covered in wolf pelts. His hand curled into a fist placed against his chin. He was still angry and rightly pissed off. His little display of power had given a hollow a scent. It was a Menos Grande class, Adjuchas. Ghislain sat his gaze hidden beneath the shawl. As it came forward, the figure revealed itself and the shape. It mirrored an ape in appearance with a 15 feet tall height. Weight was likely around nine hundred pounds or more.

It was drooling from those skulled lips as his head slowly looked upwards. His eyes were black, the first punch thrown broke the table in front of him. It had a tremendous force but was stopped dead in its tracks. His right hand held the fist in place, slowly clenching down. Bones began cracking and breaking beneath his grasp. Ghislain's grip tightened again, making the creature fall towards the ground. He'd not even begun using spiritual energy or such things. His physical prowess was beyond normal for a Quincy.

Birds began to flee into the sky as he rose from his chair. No spiritual pressure came from him as he walked the arm back to its place. A sudden blow came from the left. Striking him but leaving nary a scratch. A red wall had formed in that place, preventing further impact. To the creature's surprise, a balled-up fist struck him. Hitting the jaw of the primate hollow and causing his head to fly away. Blood sprayed into the air and left the scene a visceral one.

Turning away as blood attempted to touch his cloak, it failed to make contact. A force kept it from coming near him as he returned to that chair. Ghislain had, in essence, beaten the hollow taking its head off with his bare hands. He sat back upon his chair in front of his quaint cabin. Deciding he'd vented his frustrations enough on that creature. If it survived and returned, the next time would be worse.