1st September 2012
16:04 GMT
I get a half-second look at a room filled with a glowing
something before all I can see is Grayven's-
Bff!
A Duty, Not a Joy.
-fist which sends me flying across the room and into a wall!
Lip damp, nose probably broken.
Armour!
"
No."
Eyes flash purple and the construct's
gone and I try to raise my arms defensively and-
Grgh! Dah!
My vision
swims as the Grayven-shaped blur lunges at me! I trigger my aero-discs and flail across the floor just ahead of his stamping boots!
Armour!
"
No."
AAGH!
I'm breathing unsteadily, staggering back as Grayven jabs-. And by pure chance I manage to block, his fist deflecting off my right bracer. I attempt a counter, but he easily evades and if my vision wasn't so blurry I think I'd see him smiling.
Alright,
singularity-.
"
No."
Purple beams lash out and my construct's
gone and my armour's
baked.
Sinest-?
"Learn." He grabs my left arm and tugs me towards him. "Self." Two punches.. to my face… "
Reliance."
The Strong are Strong Alone.
Snap.
YAAAAGH!
Left arm broken
braced it.
"
No."
Radion blaster.
The -
graaagh- Omega Effect beam hits and the remains of the armour protecting my left arm vaporise, melting skin and muscle beneath, but I shoot with my
right hand!
"Ah
H!"
Grayven
swats, smashing the blaster to pieces even as he tries to shield his eyes. If… Ah… If I'm lucky I blinded him. I…
Focus, focus. Draw Sword of the Fallen, move…
Move towards him, stab-.
He catches my wrist with both hands, his eyes bleeding but still working.
"Weak."
"Pathetic."
He
twists my arm and then hits-. Shit! I lose my grip on the Sword and he -oof!- kicks me away before catching it.
I stagger back, trying to work out how he's going to come at me next.
Restore My Majesty.
"This? What is this?" He turns the Sword from side to side as he look at it. "A hold-out weapon? I expected better."
My Sole Dominion.
He tosses it aside before coming at me again. Not rushed-. Not
rushing, so maybe his eyes are more hurt than it looks.
Brace arm and armour.
The construct
appears, but it's translucent. I don't know why, I'm
genuinely fearful.
"
N-."
Grayven's
face glows purple, and he covers his eyes with both hands.
"Agh!"
"Nnnnuuurh!"
I charge and
slam into him while he's distracted, his hands weakly striking at my head and shoulders as I keep my head tucked in, keeping going until he hits a wall. I form a fist with my right hand and punch him in the abdomen where his armour looks weakest before pulling back-
The skin is
gone from around his eyes, the bones of his cheeks visible through the rents in his flesh. His eyes look
deflated, but he can still
glare at me.
-and punching him across the jaw.
His head turns with the blow, but I don't think he's taken any real damage. Okay, ah,
x-ionised knife… Or…
Where did the Sword end up..?
Focus, Lantern-
Grayven's head reorientates on me, hands reaching for my head!
In The Land Of The Blind, I Will Be King!
-Grayven.
I stumble back… Aero-discs! I trigger my-.
Grayven
jumps, hands clasped together to
uhgh! To hit me back into the ground.
I Will Break You!
Knife knife
knife knife! I get it into my hand as he comes closer,
trying to increase the power to my-.
Weight of Worlds.
A hit to my
chest as he jerks his head back to avoid my
stab. My construct sort of survived, but the fact that I actually felt it-. I slash at his hands but I only manage to nick him before he grabs my wrist, grinning as he pushes my knife towards my face in a test of strength.
Knife in the
other hand and
stab.
"Ragh!"
It punched through his wrist armour, flesh and bone but now it's stuck-.
"Agh!"
I step back as he manages to slice my knife through the right side of my jaw.
Behind him I see Sinthia
frantically blocking arrows that seem to come from nowhere while a
great model of Vega's stars and worlds rotates between us.
Grayven pulls the knife out of his wrist and checks the motion-. He can still move it. I'm not-. I'm not going to beat him in a straight fight. Where did the Sword-?
Hrukk.
Knife… Punched through my
neck.
I clamp my right hand around my throat as my
reinforcements gutter once more.
I'm losing.
I could die.
I think if I'd taken less hits to the head I'd be more scared.
Need to change…
Can't
think.
Grayven grins, his blinded eyes shining faintly-.
I don't have any better ideas. Hope this works.
I lunge forward, arms outstretched. He cuts my arms but I accept the wounds,
grasping for his eye sockets!
The Power Is Mine! The Power Is Mine!
"No!"
The Power Is Mine!
Purple light-.
1st September 2012
16:06 GMT
I stumble for a step, then hesitantly raise my right hand to my face. The pretender is.. gone, and my injuries are healed. I am not sure what happened to.. him, but that is an issue for later.
I turn back to the Orrery, where his huntress is standing in shock while Sinthia uses her ring to seal her wounds. I think I recognise-.
Yes.
"Artemis. Your master is dead. Kneel, and be spared."