Post by Tien on May 21, 2020 0:02:06 GMT -5
Broken Glass
As expected, when Legion realized he'd been poisoned he reacted by immediately turning towards his rapidly stagnating offense. Even through the smokey haze, Xestilophon could see clearly the fatigue that weighed heavily on the demon's shoulders. His last couple of attacks had been sloppy - desperate, to a point. If it weren't so abundantly clear that he was gassed, she might have thought that she'd originally overestimated him.
Despite his weariness, Legion advanced through the vile, gaseous plume of smoldering brimstone. He shot like a hellhound over the small sea of lava that had consumed the construction site. She raised her guard - she was ready for his last, desperate frontal attack. What she wasn't ready for was his sudden transition behind her. He moved faster than she would have thought his waning stamina could allow. To her dismay, she found herself not countering some hair-brained energy combinations, but instead trapped in the same sort of net that she'd tried multiple times to make use of already.
As it settled over her body, the net dragged her to the ground. As she laid there on her back, unable to move, the threads that formed the net pressed against her exposed skin, burning her like a slab of meat on a grill. She was tempted to scream in agony - of course, there would have been plenty of anger in the mix - but withheld. Though her estimate on his remaining energy reserves had been off, she was sure that conjuring anything strong enough to kill her was off the table. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction, however fleeting, of hearing her cries. Any moment she would free herself and finish the ill-fated hunter.
Then, everything changed. She found herself looking not at the starry sky that blanketed the planet that night, but instead at what appeared to be one of those millions of stars as it fell from the sky - right on top of her. "Impossible!" she shrieked. In her final moments, she continued to cry out, begging for her life as her voice rotated like a jukebox through dozens of voices that she'd stolen over her illustrious career.
In the end, she shifted back to her true form - a form that even she had long forgotten - but just as quickly that too disappeared as Legion's penultimate attack shredded her body. The molecules that once made up the body snatcher known as Xestilophon were scattered into the air as the massive collection of energy exploded. When all the grand destruction had played out and all had become still again, a small hand mirror, bordered by intricate designs inlaid with precious metals that had been dulled over years of handling, plummeted towards the center of the crater that had replaced the battlefield. It hit the ground, but it didn't shatter, landing with a thud.
In the mirror, a woman could be seen, though it was no reflection. She looked longingly outwards at nothing in particular until, with a loud crack, the glass spider-webbed and the entire artifact disappeared in a puff of smoke. In its stead there remained a small leather-like pouch - the same one that had been tied to the assassin's waist. It glowed a bright, neon blue for a few seconds before returning to normal. Just a regular utility pouch...
I guess I did...
Despite his weariness, Legion advanced through the vile, gaseous plume of smoldering brimstone. He shot like a hellhound over the small sea of lava that had consumed the construction site. She raised her guard - she was ready for his last, desperate frontal attack. What she wasn't ready for was his sudden transition behind her. He moved faster than she would have thought his waning stamina could allow. To her dismay, she found herself not countering some hair-brained energy combinations, but instead trapped in the same sort of net that she'd tried multiple times to make use of already.
As it settled over her body, the net dragged her to the ground. As she laid there on her back, unable to move, the threads that formed the net pressed against her exposed skin, burning her like a slab of meat on a grill. She was tempted to scream in agony - of course, there would have been plenty of anger in the mix - but withheld. Though her estimate on his remaining energy reserves had been off, she was sure that conjuring anything strong enough to kill her was off the table. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction, however fleeting, of hearing her cries. Any moment she would free herself and finish the ill-fated hunter.
Then, everything changed. She found herself looking not at the starry sky that blanketed the planet that night, but instead at what appeared to be one of those millions of stars as it fell from the sky - right on top of her. "Impossible!" she shrieked. In her final moments, she continued to cry out, begging for her life as her voice rotated like a jukebox through dozens of voices that she'd stolen over her illustrious career.
In the end, she shifted back to her true form - a form that even she had long forgotten - but just as quickly that too disappeared as Legion's penultimate attack shredded her body. The molecules that once made up the body snatcher known as Xestilophon were scattered into the air as the massive collection of energy exploded. When all the grand destruction had played out and all had become still again, a small hand mirror, bordered by intricate designs inlaid with precious metals that had been dulled over years of handling, plummeted towards the center of the crater that had replaced the battlefield. It hit the ground, but it didn't shatter, landing with a thud.
In the mirror, a woman could be seen, though it was no reflection. She looked longingly outwards at nothing in particular until, with a loud crack, the glass spider-webbed and the entire artifact disappeared in a puff of smoke. In its stead there remained a small leather-like pouch - the same one that had been tied to the assassin's waist. It glowed a bright, neon blue for a few seconds before returning to normal. Just a regular utility pouch...
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Free) Take All
Legion wins.
Xestilophon dies.
