"Fine! You're probably one of the least important aspects of this whole fight you bastard!" Booms out of Entity O, my consciousness having never left, we're getting down to the wire and Entity N is more a distraction then anything else. "So, luckily for you you're no longer my main concern, and as much as I'd love slaughtering your allies, I need the ability to attack first..."
Finished angrily monologuing, Entity O drops to it's knees, places it's right hand on the ground, bows it's head, the light within it's eyes fades out as it seemingly closes them, it brings it's free hand to it's chest, then it begins...praying?
"Masters above all, who's machinations stretch beneath the very fabric of reality, hear your humble servant's plea." Nothing happens, no dread carried in the air, no crack of lightning, no rush of darkness surounding the Entity. This doesn't stop or discourage the devotee's words. "I need not remind you, for your gaze penetrates all. But in pursuit of his goal your servant must call upon your aid. I must call upon you to lend your unholy warrior your power, so that I may smite the arm of light that threatens to burn us all in pursuit of the wicked."
Inside of Entity O I reflect on the vague memories of the battle before this. Emotions pushed to the side resurface as I pray for the first time in...I'm not sure how long. "I...have failed you, I fell in battle, but my soul still rages I swear. It rages for me to finish my mission, rages for the heathen Godmodder to meet his end. But I know a price must be extracted, both for my failure and for daring to pray for your aid."
The Entity raises it's fist, which silently shifts into a very crude axe. Faster than a mortal eye can blink, the weapon is brought down, severing the Entity's left arm at the shoulder. Pain visibly wracks the Entity, shuddering and convulsing as shining metal spews from the new wound. [Half Integrity Lost] A small groan of pain leaves the Entity, before breathlessly continuing the prayer. "...T-The toll has been paid, m-my debts are settled...now, as your servant I demand my wage be paid. Lend me your power!" The Entity's voice is hard as steel as it finishes, eye's now open and blazing with anger one might mistake as righteous.
The declaration is met with silence, the only sound is the ever slowing drop of metal from the Entity's open wound. After a few minutes of this, the last drop falls, and the Entity's body is shot with bolts of agony as a low scream is forced through it's mouth. Subtle bolts of darkness course around the stub formally known as an "arm". Slowly, a protrusion begins to peak out of the stump. Agonizingly slow, it takes minutes for it to form anything recognizable, and each second is a new flash of pain for the Entity.
After...a while, and a lot of screaming, it becomes clear what the thing is. Clearly more solid then the rest of it's body, it resembles more a metalic bone than an arm. Slowly, it tappers off into a point, before pushing out into what could finally be called a proper blade. A twisted smile crosses the Entity's face as it staggers to it's feet, shadows coalescing around the blade's edge and bright orange heat can be seen radiating from the blade whenever there's a break in the darkness.
Finally, the Entity points it's blade at the opposing forces "Okay you bastards, now we can get back to having fun!" It's voice is hoarse, and has taken a deranged edge. "I'll show all you infidels the might of my masters!" A maniac chuckle leaves it's lips, pain and anger at it's foes driving it temporarily mad. For now though Entity O continues to harass Entity N if possible.
Three Actions and half of Entity O's Intergrity Precentage used to give Entity O the Unholy One Thousand Degree Blade! You can call it the UOTDB.
Finished angrily monologuing, Entity O drops to it's knees, places it's right hand on the ground, bows it's head, the light within it's eyes fades out as it seemingly closes them, it brings it's free hand to it's chest, then it begins...praying?
FOCUS;By My Unholy Blade!
"Masters above all, who's machinations stretch beneath the very fabric of reality, hear your humble servant's plea." Nothing happens, no dread carried in the air, no crack of lightning, no rush of darkness surounding the Entity. This doesn't stop or discourage the devotee's words. "I need not remind you, for your gaze penetrates all. But in pursuit of his goal your servant must call upon your aid. I must call upon you to lend your unholy warrior your power, so that I may smite the arm of light that threatens to burn us all in pursuit of the wicked."
Inside of Entity O I reflect on the vague memories of the battle before this. Emotions pushed to the side resurface as I pray for the first time in...I'm not sure how long. "I...have failed you, I fell in battle, but my soul still rages I swear. It rages for me to finish my mission, rages for the heathen Godmodder to meet his end. But I know a price must be extracted, both for my failure and for daring to pray for your aid."
The Entity raises it's fist, which silently shifts into a very crude axe. Faster than a mortal eye can blink, the weapon is brought down, severing the Entity's left arm at the shoulder. Pain visibly wracks the Entity, shuddering and convulsing as shining metal spews from the new wound. [Half Integrity Lost] A small groan of pain leaves the Entity, before breathlessly continuing the prayer. "...T-The toll has been paid, m-my debts are settled...now, as your servant I demand my wage be paid. Lend me your power!" The Entity's voice is hard as steel as it finishes, eye's now open and blazing with anger one might mistake as righteous.
The declaration is met with silence, the only sound is the ever slowing drop of metal from the Entity's open wound. After a few minutes of this, the last drop falls, and the Entity's body is shot with bolts of agony as a low scream is forced through it's mouth. Subtle bolts of darkness course around the stub formally known as an "arm". Slowly, a protrusion begins to peak out of the stump. Agonizingly slow, it takes minutes for it to form anything recognizable, and each second is a new flash of pain for the Entity.
After...a while, and a lot of screaming, it becomes clear what the thing is. Clearly more solid then the rest of it's body, it resembles more a metalic bone than an arm. Slowly, it tappers off into a point, before pushing out into what could finally be called a proper blade. A twisted smile crosses the Entity's face as it staggers to it's feet, shadows coalescing around the blade's edge and bright orange heat can be seen radiating from the blade whenever there's a break in the darkness.
Finally, the Entity points it's blade at the opposing forces "Okay you bastards, now we can get back to having fun!" It's voice is hoarse, and has taken a deranged edge. "I'll show all you infidels the might of my masters!" A maniac chuckle leaves it's lips, pain and anger at it's foes driving it temporarily mad. For now though Entity O continues to harass Entity N if possible.
Three Actions and half of Entity O's Intergrity Precentage used to give Entity O the Unholy One Thousand Degree Blade! You can call it the UOTDB.
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