Currently confronting major writer's block in the form of not knowing what quite to do next. Finals week for my quarter classes didnt help at all too.
I figure I'd post what I had thus far since I've already made you guys wait far too long. I'll get the rest out when I can.
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You duck underneath a shrouded claw, before hacking it off with as much force as you can muster. As the beast fades away another takes its place, continuing the endless onslaught.
There's too many. If you were still a Servant, you have no doubt you could have handled them, but with this body it's going to be tricky.
A seemingly endless amount of red eyes advance through the dark, and one by one you cut them down, slicing and rending corrupted flesh at an increasingly sluggish pace.
Breathing heavily, you behead another beast before bisecting another of its brothers. And yet their onslaught continues.
Your higher consciousness blacks out, before returning who knows how long later. Your lungs are burning now, your limbs screaming for a reprieve. There are only five beasts left.
Your sword kills the first without issue. But as you slay the second, you hear a sound that freezes your blood in its vessels.
A sharp crack, and the Drying Pole's blade detaches itself from its hilt.
Caught off guard, you scream as the third beast's claws tear through the flesh of your leg. Thrashing at it with your hilt, you crush its skull, its body disappearing like its brethren.
Anchored in place by your injury. You glare at the two remaining beasts. They seem to be eyeing you tentatively, as if unsure of what course of action to take.
The fourth beast breaks away from the fifth, charging at you. Gritting your teeth, you toss your smashed hilt to the side, and pick up your ruined katana's blade. Pain erupts from your hand as the blade slices through your skin, but you manage to put a fatal gash in the fourth beast's chest as it strikes at your face, leaving you with a superficial cut across your forehead.
Blood drips down your face, obscuring your vision. Your eyesight is beginning to warp, the ground tilting back and forth. You've lost quite a bit of blood out of your leg wound, and doubt your ability to remain conscious for much longer.
Holding out your blade towards the final beast, you wince as pain shoots up your arm. Glaring at the beast, you dare it too attack you.
Taking your bait, the beast prepares to strik-
"Ayase-chan!" you hear a familiar voice gasp out in horror.
A black blur dashes past you. You move to intercept, but your injured leg collapses beneath you, sending you falling face-first towards the ground.
The last thing you see before your consciousness fades is Itsuki's frightened face disappearing behind shadowy mist.
