With a blazing speed Saint Malady shatters his chair and everything between it and me. Grabbing me by the neck and spamming me into a wall with a horrible thud before shouting at me with its clattering maw."YOUR RIGHT, YOU ARN'T WORTHY. NOT YET AT LEAST, BUT DONT WORRY MY DEAR BROKEN PRINCE! LIFE HAS WAYS OF CHANGING PEOPLE!" Roots wither and creep forward from the Saints hand, eager to burrow into my skin.
With a grunt and heavy dose of encouragement from my weapon i detached my head. The Skeleton quirks it's head curiously and confused as my body falls from its grip. Not wanting to miss my opportunity I unbind Glutton from my back and swing! Putting everything I have into it. A dizzying crackle and pop emerges along the clubs spikes and haft signifying ware I've put half my Force reserve. Buying time to build up this attack is why even bothered talking! Even still the Saint shifts and leans backwards, almost avoiding the claws but still getting grazed.
BOOM!
All the electricity within Glutton discharges into the Saint, causing it to stumble twitching, and it's doctors coat to ignite. I just barely catch my head by the hair as it falls from the Saints grasp. ADVANCED.
Stepping forward as my weapon commands I swing again and again and again at the towering skeleton! Bones can break, roots can burn, monsters can Fall! Strike by strike i chip away at the skeletons surprisingly brittle bones.
"ENOUGH!" The Saint strikes out with its back hand across my face send me staggering back away in a daze. Seeing me dazed the Saints hand cracks and expands before warping around my chest."PARISH!"
Im lifting off my feet and slammed back first into the ground again, and again, and again. Just as my vision begins to fade the floor releases an ominous cracking sound. Thinking quietly if not we'll I bind my body to the ground just before the Saint can pick me up again.
creack
Creak
KReak
"Arises you insolentl child!" With a horrible reetching twist the Saint ripps me from the ground, and the ground is ripped apart! Causing us to fall both to the floor bellow.
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Advance, don't stop, don't give in!"Uuuuuhhhhh." At Gluttons insistence I don't fall asleep like my body crazes and instead force myself to stand while wiping something wet from my chin. With blurry vision and a disturbing number of clicks and pops emitting from my back as I stand. I look upon a rather pretty guarden. Or it was probably pretty at least before getting filled with junk, and rubble form up above.
RUMMBLE
Saint Malady rips itself from the ground before freezeing and in an extremely mechanical fashion turns to me and speaks. "Aspiring Accolite, you have entered the dungeon Roots. Before you lies three triles each harder than the last. The Trile of character, in which you will approach the Thrown of Malady and be judged by the Mother. The Trile of Truth, in which you will present your true feelings on life. And finally the Trial of Faith, in which only the devout will be let past…NOw AAproch the Tthrowwnnn…" as if fighting against what ever force is obstructing it the Saint slowly, mechanically starts walking towards me. I should run.
Yet instead I stumble forward. Why won't I run? Why should I fight? I'm on the first floor certainly there's an exit somewhere down here. Yet instead I advance twords what is probably my death. Why, why can't I turn away.
Why didn't I try and climb down the outside of this awful building on that first day. Why did I try and kill that mantis on the second after it became stranded on the roof. Why did I lure the mutated cat into fight all the beetles and still get involved in the fight anyway!
Why did the system choose Fragment as my name?" Am I really so broken, a broken thing which cannot which can't ever give up? Ha ha HAHAHA! I enjoy this, don't I?" The Saint keeps advancing upon me it's body practically unraveling as the Roots that hold its bones together reach for me. "I enjoy fighting against the odds! I like being spiteful? Of not being what others want me to be!" I hold my club high with one hand filling it with all the Force I can generate. That it can hold! " I don't want to run? I'd rather …I'd rather fight it seams?" Glutton Roars in my mind. Agreeing that it would rather be destroyed chrashing against a mountain than fade as a pathetic cloud. I bring the club falling down onto the Saint with all the strength my body can muster. Something rips in my arm as the club slams into a hastily raised arm that's covered in cracks from the fall. The arm shatters but so to do Gluttons claws. Undeterred the weapon continues falling into the Saint rib cage shattering bone and burning roots to ash with its electric might, exposing a truly extraordinary core resting within the brambles of the monsters chest. The core beats like a heart, strong, arcane, Alive! But just as the weapon would land upon the core a single hair thin Root lances out from that bramble around the core and stabs into my weapon.
Nature has always had a way of destroying things. I'm hit with an emotional yowl of pain just before the my club explodes in a shower of chitin shards. The Spirit within now exposed for the first time in its short life looks around confused, before swiftly starting to dissolve withinout the protection of its shell.
My mind cracks from the sudden loss of a connect to the Spirit which had become an almost integral part of my mind. Leaving plenty of opportunity for the injured Saint Mallady to rip my head off with its remaining hand.