Re: (Tyche) The Balanced City of Dreams
"Control? Control this?"
There were roars - much closer now. The half-dozen Earthborn soldiers were under assault from Chalybis and Tyche.
Massive tendrils burst from the palms of Chalybis, striking at two of the guards, instantly killing them - making Chalybis free to take what remains from their wasted bodies. Gunfire, a staccato further crushing a broken night. Tyche appears - teleporting - next to the Reader, taking her mask and disappearing again. Reality shifts. More gunfire. Panic.
A second teleportation, and the guns of another soldier are gone, dooming him to assimilation. Tyche is shot, suddenly, in the leg, but it isn't enough - he has gone again.
A massive explosion rocks Chalybis, sending the corpses of the three targeted soldiers flying, and the machine God himself stumbles back, shaken but relatively undamaged. His lower body was dented by the nuclear blast. It wasn't, unfortunately, enough. More gunfire.. some of it hits Chalybis, piercing him, causing more pain than the grenade. Diamond through iron flesh. Chalybis feels the rush of agony to his head, an entirely new experience..
A third teleportation, and Tyche - Tyche is tired. He broke the Iron Seals of the Tower of Crailek in another time-stream, and the effort needed for that was not contained in a single reality.. it slips, something Chalybis had learnt in a safer environment, and his head explodes in pain and white light..
As Tyche falls to the ground, he is shot sixteen times - diamond rounds - in the back and the spine. A few bullets hit lower, turning his legs and hands to mush, a few higher, breaking his neck. This is the end for Tyche, it seems.. he cannot teleport away. No. Everything seems to be in slow motion, grey, greygreygreygrey..
He wasn't fast enough. He just wasn't fast enough. He could teleport, yes, but he was no warrior and to act like that in a combat situation was pure folly..
There is yelling and the Sergeant doesn't shoot again at Tyche. He is shooting at Chalybis. Four of his men are dead, taken by tendrils - only he and the reader still fight. Another grenade is lobbed. It strikes Chalybis and he is thrown to the ground, but it is too late, too late.. another tendril lashes out. As the Earthborn say, the Sergeant is fucked.
The Reader, then, is all that's left. Chalybis is bleeding oil and gears, vomiting bile-tasting smoke, his massive frame still relatively undamaged. There is screaming from the last human. Thirty seconds. Less. That's the time spent in this furious combat..
And Tyche is dying - the Reader will finish him - she lowers her gun to shoot and - and - and -
He is lucky. In a small way.. he is lucky.
One last teleport.
He is gone.
The diamond bullets scream against broken stone, and Chalybis takes his chance, ripping the human to shreds. He is battered and a little broken but alive - the Hallowed Leord of Industry is alive.
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Tyche awakens, the taste of blood and vomit in his mouth. He tries to sit up, but can't hold down his bile.. as he throws up, knowing that there is more blood than vomit, he notices that he isn't in agony. No. He should be.. he is completely messed up.. but he was lucky. There was no pain..
A gobbling nearby.
Something above? A snake? A chicken?
A cockatrice.
Tyche is killed as the cockatrice rips towards him, ripping his head off and devouring on what little of his mangled flesh is edible.