Re: (Pitcarn) Bilbligh
Desafon and Ruse and Pitcarn versus Khor
Ruse concentrated on the plan at hand. A lot of his energy and focus was directed towards this scheme..
The mists billowed and danced about the combatants, at once thin and incredibly thick. None of the combatants could see the sun, and except for the cackling of the fires and the smell of burning smoke they wouldn't know they were within the devastated village..
The mist seemed to shift, a little, as if its attention were centered elsewhere.
Desafon felt what little innate Luck magic he had flow through him, lending him confidence and breath to fight on. Even as he stepped forward, however, he wobbled, feeling the tension shift within his gut. He stumbled, fell to the ground, picked himself up.. he closed his eyes, and their was a screeching in his head, copper-bile on his tongue..
Friend Desafon, your vital readings are at a critical point. You have an estimated 03m.45s counting to live..
Synthesizing and injecting hyper-adrenaline..
Khor had stopped screaming, and had picked himself up from the ground. He grinned, softly, as he stared at Desafon dying on the ground. The stump that used to be his hand still bled freely from the amputation Desafon had dealt him, but in his left hand Desafon saw the Murder Knife and felt fear..
Complete -
Suddenly, Desafon felt a surge of energy flow throughout his body. The pain was dampened, deadened - but not entirely gone - and he felt electric tension coil within his legs and arms. His heart beated strongly, quickly, and the world seemed to spin about him and then come into sudden focus -
Maybe he was hallucinating. He had lost a lot of blood -
Khor had the Murder Knife in one hand, and was cackling to himself, but it was shallow and see-through. There was another Murder Knife, half a meter's reach from Desafon, material and solid. An illusion? What..?
Activating coagulation protocols..
Synthesizing macro-Calcium, macro-V. K..
Synthesizing concreglue..
Complete.
There was an tightening in Desafon's stomach, and he felt the wound slowly begin to artificially bind..
"Do not think to run," said Khor, mockingly. "You cannot hope to escape me. Your fat friend with the gun - he, too, is usually. Does he not know that I have transcended blasphemous weaponry? I am better than bullets. You cannot defeat me."
Two..
You are still at a critical state, Friend Desafon. You will survive if given proper rest, but SUIT believes you to still be in a combat situation, and muscle exhaustion has set in prematurely due to the coagulation protocols and the hyper-adrenaline.
Would you like to activate JACKING PROTOCOLS?