26th October
23:16 GMT
I make another wild slash at the arm construct while I
form buzz saw constructs and rather urgently
try slicing through the strands wrapping themselves around my calves. The tendrils themselves are being projected from the centre of a circular and richly-fanged maw and..
given how resilient they're proving to be, I'm not eager to test their strength against my armour! Two sets of jaw-rings
undulate and clamp against themselves in eagerness as the tendrils
begin pulling me in!
I
bend, grabbing a probing tendril with my right hand and
very carefully slicing through it with the Sword of the Fallen. Hopefully these are all part of one large construct and it will-. No, it's a cluster of separate ones. Fast, stab, stab and
pull! The construct tethers part, fraying and failing as I come free. I start to pull away from the monstrous maw once more, and turn away-.
The remains of the monstrous hand strike me full in the face, smashing me back into the mouths. Immediately, the teeth penetrate my environmental shield and start
grating against my armour. I
twist, wedging myself in the mouth tube with my feet pressed against the far side and my back against the other. Fine, my constructs aren't top quality. Let's see you overpower super strength!
More tendrils rise from the interior as the mouth extends above me, blocking my view of the exterior world. I
stab with the Sword, slashing at the mouth's interior and severing the tendrils before they can get a grip on me. That done, I repeatedly stab at the interior of the mouth! Come on,
fail, damn you!
The
mouth undulates, attempting to draw me further inside. Ugh, I'm not even sure which way I want to
go. Kelly
must have caught up by now and there isn't actually a stomach down there. It's just-.
The mouth
clamps down in all directions, new teeth sprouting and through the slashes I've already made I can see additional mass being added from the exterior. He's not trying to drag me anywhere, he's just going to use this construct to
crush me!
M
rghh!
Bracing girder construct. Mother Box, any chance of a boom tube?
Ping.
I don't think he'll be so generous. Ring,
is FTL an option?
Yellow light presence too great for transition. Warp is available, but unwise.
AgH! The teeth underneath my back just.. spiked through into my skin. The ones pushing at my feet I can just
kick to mist but my back is anchored in place. It
hurts, and it'll only get
worse as they push through my flesh. Fortunately, I'm tough
all of the way through so it won't be
quick, and if I
twist-. Good, gone for the moment.
Raw construct force isn't-
The
girder construct moans and starts to fracture.
-going to work here, so let's try something more
orange.
What sort of overlord doesn't have a giant monster in the basement? Ring,
assimilate.
Identity theft in progress.
The yellow light around me
dims as
orange light filters into its structure. A
little of the pressure falls away as the fact that
I don't want to be eaten at all becomes more of a factor and
the fact that some of the mason's victims were afraid of being eaten matters less. Hah, hooray for
weaker constructs. And…
Stab there and there, sheathe the Sword and grab and pull!
The side of the gullet comes apart, revealing a mess of mutant construct flesh, monstrous eyes and tiny arms and insect feelers. Right,
grab. Ring,
keep assimilating. Aerodiscs to
full and GET OUT OF MY WAY!
Eyes
burst, flesh is rent and the construct starts to collapse around me! As I start to gain momentum I reach down with my left hand to grab the Sword and thrust it ahead of me, cutting through the yellow construct and bursting through into the open air!
I Stand Triumphant!
Very much better out than in. Mother Box, boom
huruughh!
"Hello, Grayven."
Kelly's right hand is around my throat and slowly squeezing! I move my left arm to stab him with the Sword but he just grabs my left hand with his own. G
uhh. It's not
fast, but he
will rip my head off like this. Ring,
assimilate.
Unable to establish connection.
Transition?
Unable to comply.
Ring,
make any progress with the dust?
Task suspended.
This is what I get for using Sinestro for everything for so long. Uhk!
Assimilate that!
Energy absorption in progress.
"Urugh. R-hah." Kelly
grins as he starts to push my left hand back towards me.
"I don't know what you're doing, but it won't be enough. It's never taken me more than a minute to crush a man's throat."
Assimilate faster!
I Stand Firm!
By your command.
The pouch containing the crushed stone
shines brilliant orange for several seconds, and I feel Kelly's grip actually weaken.
"You're already… You're already in my grip. Banish the Terror Thing and you still can't get away.
"Ooh 're oo tr'n oo cnvnce?"
Because
dangerous though this situation clearly
is, I'm… Actually not afraid. All those fears in the Terror Thing are making the constructs
strong, but my own aren't adding to it. Ring,
radio Lord Sheldrake. Message: got any banishment gear?
Message sent.
"The Terror Thing is a mindless weapon. It serves me, now, and your weak attempt to damage our link won't stop me."
Oh no it isn't and oh no it doesn't and oh yes it will. Mother Box, boom tube behind him.
Ping.
BOOM.
A
fraction of a second with less than total attention on me and I turn my left hand, release the Sword and
pass it to my right.
And then I swing it through his right wrist.
And
breathe! I
gulp down fresh air while
tossing aside the still gripping severed hand.
He's backing off in the air even as I try a
swing for his head and
miss. Damn, he's wearing Sinestro on his
left!
Press on!
The Sword pierces
Lynne's face-. No, it's just a construct
blugh!
Kelly
punches me with his remaining hand, generates another giant construct hand and throws me towards the ground!