Against the Great Beast
7th of January 2007 A.D.
Letting loose a peal of laughter that rang like thunder though the chill air, your Dark Sun snaps at your side, a fan of steel. "Oh honey,
let me show you yours"
In something less like change and more like suddenly noticing what was already there the sky directly above turned the grasping black of the deep wastes, dark like nothing on earth could be. Below, where once there was a lake rested a mighty river. In its depths streams of glowing dust spread, like ink spilled into a full glass.
Somewhere behind you, far, far behind you there are screams, of pain, maybe of horror from the luminous host sheltering in the presence of their queen, but you know it not as you race towards the foe, sword extended. Often it feels like the Sword that is Usum is an extension of your body, but in this place and in this hour you feel like an extension of him, a single weapon hurled into the gathering murk.
Mist belches out from the depths of many mouths, fetid, foul, but warm, enough that the old bones do not shatter, enough to contest your order if not unto to. Yet where your will meets his and the fabric of the spirit world roils the dark god does not recoil, but rides the madness into being, turning mischance in his favor, a curse to
war-blessing spun.
You strike the the unnatural mass with a screech of tearing bone and ripping muscle, blood brine spraying all over you as dozens upon dozens upon dozens of bronze and bone javelins are hurled your way, the shadow that had blighted a battlefields uncounted. Ducking and weaving, slashing and parrying you ensure that none of them find their mark, though three of them do get lodged the stone of your armor like grim trophies.
I'm not really hurting him, you realize as your newest blow cracks open what looks like a nest of spitting octopuses the size of your head that spit poison in your face. Neither of you had managed to do more than scratch the other in the first exchange.
"Why do you fight, why do you bleed for this?" his voice is a dread exhalation, sapping will and killing dreams.
Does it come from mouths, does it come from his breath? Does it matter?
In a snap you turn it back on your shield. but the warriors till had not fallen to the unearthly cold of the Wastes, wreathed in the presence of their master. As you fly around his many heads they ready their weapons and yet they find no purchase as you continue your bloody delving into the flesh of their maker and this time you strike true... just as the whispers in your ears, the voice of your armor stills. The armor of Lanka crumbles from your body, dead stone.
Iku-Turso takes 6 Wounds -> Now at 18/24 (No penalties)
Viridian Legend Exoskeleton Dispelled
What do you do?
[] Keep at it, armor or no you know you can hurt him now, the more you can carve into him the better
[] Summon your armor back, no sense risking death by a thousand cuts
OOC: Welp you guys are in a tank fight right now, though keep in mind he has not used his primary attacks, which are his tentacles yet sice he had to use his main action on the first turn to contest you freezing his dead puppets solid. The question now is do you think you can tank that enough to finish him off. No rolls for this one since there are just way too many. 
