Tartaglia, Klee
The perversive eyes of The Lovers would only find a... craziness that would be enough to scare off almost any horror they could think to throw at the Harbinger. No clever comebacks were exchanged as Tartaglia spat on the ground blood... that seemed the have acquired the purple filth that polluted his snapped lance..
And yet, before he could make his final stand,
something happened.
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He... he wasn't...
Spikes...
A blur...
A glimpse of petals...
Flesh tearing...
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Knocked on the ground, he could do nothing. The half-formed spear dissolved in his limp arm, the murky mix of blue and purple vanishing shortly after.
This couldn't be happening
As powerful a force denial was, it was about to vanish shortly after. Numbly, he watched as Lancelot sliced her free and sent her over to the others on standby.
Slowly, he pushed himself upwards, his own body screaming at him to stay down and rest. But his mind was steel, and even as he slowly pushed himself toward where Ruby was... he couldn't find the strength within him to look at her body.
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The whole experience had been a blur to Klee, from watching the bleeding-out man get saved by Red Lady, to her getting skewered, and a bunch of new people showing up. She was really worried about her, but she listened to what Master Katrielle had to say- even if she didn't understand most of it.
"Okay, Master Katrielle! Is it O.K if Klee can give..." Unclipping Dodcoco from her backpack, she held it in her hand.
"Docodo to her? She can give it back when she gets better!" Looking upwards, she spotted the bleeding out-man looking straight at her. Was it just Klee, or did he look very scary....
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Anyone who looked at the potentially crazy, likely dying man would likely want to run the
fuck away, given the look on his face. Even if the physical pain within him was even slow slightly receding due to the Navigator Skill, the rage inside of him was stoked and ready. At least he had the small mercy of knowing that there was maybe, just
maybe a chance...
He wanted to say something. Anything. But the only words he could get out was a raspy, soft
"I-i'm sorry" Fuck it. Even if using it almost guaranteed his death... It would be worth it to see the look on the Lovers face as he tore them to
pieces.
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After looking around for a second, Klee noticed someone missing on the battlefield. "Master Katrielle, where did Mister Kaito go?" She hoped he was alri-
She smelt it before she felt it, a crackling ozone in the air before the bleeding out man
moved, purple lighting exploding around him and shockwaves. Knocked down, Klee slowly lifted her head up..
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An almost animalistic growl escaped him as Des began to pummel The Lovers. Only he was going to be the one to decimate the Lovers, rip them apart. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he reached for that power dormant within him.
And
pulled
Electro would obliterate the ground surrounding him in a flash as he burst forward in an instant, the force behind him strong enough to tear through concrete like cheap paper. Des, strong as he was, would find himself likely being blown back...
And would sense a monster to be feared.
The Lovers would suddenly be grabbed by the throat, claws digging into it as the purple blur finally took a step on the ground, to launch itself upward. A brief flash of a cloak that looked like the night sky would be all anyone could see..
Before The Lovers was hurtled back downwards with the force of a speeding bullet, some kind of large Lance-bow Hybrid pressing them down to Earth...
The raw power in the lighting strike was enough to send the Lovers through the roof, crashing past floors, to say nothing of the noise. Even those far away might hear a powerful boom from the ruckus
That probably wasn't the main focus, however. The main focus would be on the
monster in the air, staring down at them.
The blue orb upon its head flickered, before powering down entirely. Gravity began to take hold as the transformation degraded- turning into a dark-purple energy before disapating. The numerous wounds displayed across him, if anything, seemed to have gotten worse... But a closer look would be needed. There wouldn't be any need to worry about those wounds however, if he hit rock-bottom.
Ha, I guess... I really wasn't strong enough. Everything, wasn't enough.
This would be enough for Tartaglia, 11th of the Harbingers... After all, I did wish to die in combat, pushed beyond my limits.
But... why do I not wish this to be the end?
Why do I want to live?
That's right... I have a family. Tonia, Teucer, Anthony.. My older Siblings and Sisters. And Ruby.
Who is dying.
And my family
Gone.
Unless... I can live.
Unless... I can continue to fight for them
Could I be so selfish, to fufill my wish and leave their ambitions, their dreams, their wills... To dust. Forgotten.
No.
So I'll do everything in my power, to ensure these childish dreams live on? To protect them, and be sword and shield?
To keep the mask of "Childe", and deceive once more?
But of course... thats what I must do.
There is only one path I can walk without regrets.
And I'll stay on it till the bitter end
S O F I G H T
The blue stone suddenly seems to ignite, light flooding outwards as Childe stretched out a hand, somehow having regaining consciousness-
And slashed
Water burst forth, sharpening itself into something sharper than any sword as it flew, separating into individual weapons. They weren't works of art, but they served his purpose.
The Lovers would find himself having to deal with a rainfall of these water swords, all aimed for him....
And if he were able to overcome this frontal assault, there remained one small thing.
A familiar giant scythe made of that similar magical water sliced down, wielded by none other than the man that should've been dead, had to be dead.
There was clearly something wrong with his body, however. On those open wounds, a purple taint was spreading slowly, widening the injuries as well as tainting them.
You didn't need a medical expert to guess he was on borrowed time. How long he could last... that was anyone's guess.
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