ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @crestfallenawareness [knight's Log - The Feast (part 2)] you Dash Out Of The Way Of The Trap, Your Fast Reaction Time Developed Coming In Clutch As You Barely Dodge The Guillotine Trap Laid For The Knight, As Well As The Seer And Bard. the Mage And Sylph Did Not Get Such Luck. Their Heads Fly As The Trap Is Successfully Sprung. Two Corpses Lay Adorned Across The Floor, Staining The Hall With Gold And Purple As The Survivors Looked Upon Their Host In Shock. "w-what The Fuck?" The Knight Yelled In Panic. "oh Nay! Thee Shouldst Has't Not Hath Moved Mine Own Compatriots! Thee Shall Anon Thanketh Me F'r Such An Act!" The Heir Proclaims, Equipping His Fabled Javelin, And The Consorts Standing Ahead Of Him With Their Daggers Equipped. one Hell Of A Battle Was Ahead Of You Three. a, Dare You Say Looking Back, Cinematic Strife Proceeded To Occur. The Trio Of Survivors Defeated The Heir's Consort Army Easily, Before Turning To Face The Heir Himself In Combat. as Your Group 3v1'ed The God-tiered Heir, The Bodies Of The Dead Were Carted Off By Any Remaining Consorts. it Was A Group Effort To Take Down This Threat, With You Dealing A Notable Blow Right Through The Heir's Gut With Your Plasma Sword, The Seer Getting A Lot Of Hits Off With His Scissors, And The Bard Unintentionally Creating A Time Clone Of Themself To Assist In The Strife. "heir... Why? Why Did You Decapitate Them?" The Seer Asks In Panic As The Strife Occurs. the Heir Barely Choked Out An Answer. Blood Loss Was Setting In Fast. "stayeth.. The Path Of Hon'r... Comrades~!" after A Bit More Battling, The Seer Grabbed The Heir. "i'm... So Sorry" He Went, Before Driving His Scissors Through The Heir's Gut. a Battle Won... Or Is It? ""oh My Gog...oh My Gog- We Just Killed Someone- We Just Killed Someone!!!" The Bard Yelped, Panicking At The Prospects Of What They Did. "i-i Dont Know What To Do! What Do We Do?" "we- Uh.. It Was... Uhh... Self Defense, We... Uhhh" The Seer Stammered Out, Trying To Find A Suitable Answer. "hell If I Know, This Bastard Killed Two Of Our Allies! We Probably Did The Dead A Favor Taking This Guy Down." The Knight Said, Not Realizing The Defiance Of Fate Occurring Beside Him. what Should've Been A 100% Just Death... Was Not At All. The Heir Rose Up, Somehow Coming Back After His Demise. "cometh Anon Mine Own Fellow Compatriots! Alloweth Us Continueth Our Duel!" right Before The Strife Was Set To Resume, Your Two Thought-to-be-dead Compatriots Burst Into The Hall, Both Clad In Unfamiliar Robes. "hey Guys What Happened- Why Do I Have Wings- What The Fuck?" The Mage Asked, Confused About Their Predicament. "dude... This Is Sick As Hell" The Sylph Said. the Heir Attempts To Finish Off The Bard's Time Clone, Before You Go In And Block His Attack. "looks Like I'll Have To Send You Back Again For Good, You Bastard." You Say, Parrying His Javelin With Your Sword. as The Unclear Predicament Continues, The Memory Fades Out. #cw-death #gore πΌπππππ’ πππ again? β β β β β β β β β β β β β
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