[X] Weapon: The Old Blue Sword
-[X] Attack now before it can hide in the shadows again! Straight between those eyes! (Unlock 'Hectic Assault' Stance)
You don't give yourself time to think, you can't afford to give yourself time to think. You lunge at it, and the sword flashes in the light as you charge.
"Raaaaahhh!" The scream tears itself from your throat, a sound that speaks to something primal, to the memory of the dumb monkey or caveman that found itself cornered by something bigger and meaner than itself and decided to go down swinging.
It brings a nameless satisfaction to you when you see those golden eyes widen for a split second as you raise that ancient and battered blade high.
You bring it down, cutting into the shadow, the blow jarring your arms as the edge impacts something harder than the creature's flesh. An ear-grating screech of metal on metal that makes you flinch and pull away, wrenching the weapon free. Shadows spew from the wound, and the world around you darkens further, you
move.
*crash* sounding oddly muffled as a writhing limb spears through the place you were standing and you take the blade in both hands to bring it down in a furious strike. The beast howls, blowing the shadowy smoke back, but you raise your arms and hack again, feeling furious adrenaline course through you as you bring the sword down a second time, then a third.
Something tugs at your senses and you try to dodge a little too slowly, the strike catches your shoulder, spinning you around. Dizzy and dazed, you lunge for the light, stumbling to try and get away, to gain some breathing room.
I hate this.
You never asked for much, you had a normal life, a family, a few friends.
Now I'm fighting to survive in a nightmare of a JRPG with a sword that makes no sense and a fucking shoggoth that makes no sense and-!
You catch yourself, bringing your gaze to level again and then lunge back in, directing the blade's point this time as you dash at the creature, lashing out with a vicious stab as you skid on the dusty floor. Another agonizing metal-on-metal screech assaults your ears, so you bring the blade back and stab again.
How dare this thing try to end my life!
"How dare you do this to me!"
Sensing it on the back foot, you press closer, stabbing and stabbing until you find the eye, the sword sliding in much more easily as the golden gaze bursts, dimming as you ram the sword home. "Fucking… Die!" The remaining eye glares balefully at you, the glow intensifying for a moment before it fades, and… Falls.
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('Hectic Assault' unlocked.)
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The black smoke oozes from the eye, roiling in the dark. It's unsettling, unnatural, the way it moves, like a creeping black fog leaking across the ground.
You want to kick something, so you swing your foot, parting the smoke and slamming your toes into the creature's jaw. The impact is meaty, the head rocks slightly, and your foot explodes in pain, but you still manage to pull a certain vindictive satisfaction from it.
The paths ahead of you are dark, the banner you saw earlier is torn in half and messy with dust, the decaying picture on it now utterly incomprehensible.
You hurt, you're hungry, you...
You should get up and move.
You should get up and move...
[ ] Go left into the gallery, you have a good feeling about that direction for some reason
[ ] Go right into the halls, surely you can find the way out eventually...
[ ] Turn back, maybe you missed something while you were fleeing in terror.
