Knowing you've already tried everything and failed, you come up with a last ditch effort. Without magic, you couldn't take Aulus on at all, and he couldn't take you on physically, at least not right now. Thus, you simply had to find a way to get rid of his magic. And you had the perfect way to do it.
"Are you really the Aulus of old? The legendary general we all heard stories about?" You began taunting. "It seems to me, like you're a feeble old man who lacks the guts to fight me man to man!" Aulus' lips curl in rage at your words.
"You insolent welp! You dare!" At that moment the ground rumbles, and then the world turns black. No, he didn't kill you or knock you out, but what he did do was hit you with your own move. Or rather, a basic move, one you couldn't really claim, a gigantic dome made of earth, with spikes surrounding you on all sides. Normally this wouldn't be too much of an issue, as you had your water to defend you and your speed to dodge.
But as you are...well it's a fight for your life.
Left and right do the spikes hit, grazing off of your skin, making wounds that ranged from anything to decent sized cuts to large gashes. One spike catches your cheek, nearly ripping your mouth in two, and another pretty much ends you, stabbing directly into your already hurt foot. Aulus was pulling nothing. With a grimace, you continue, not willing to take this punishment for no reason, and push off of your good leg, to finally escape the dome. As you do, one last spike hits you, and it hits you good.
Suddenly the worst pain is felt as half of your vision seemingly goes dark. He...he took out your eye. Blinded with rage, you lean forward, putting all of your weight on your one good leg and both of your arms, and push off with all of your might and speed.
The result is incredible, as you fly forward at speeds equal to your maximum and land your best punch that almost goes through Aulus' sternum. Instead, a giant indent is made, and you hear a satisfying crack as the older man wheezes out in pain. He tries to crumple over, but you continue your assault, pounding him again and again in his chest and stomach, letting out your anger, your pain, your misery, all on the man who caused it. It only takes a second but in that time, you've gotten in several good hits, and Aulus sits still, unable to move, as his internal organs and bones are likely a mess.
Did it really have to come to this? You wonder, touching your bleeding, damaged eye softly with your hand. You wince in pain at the contact, and can't help but to collapse to the ground in pain and from a lack of balance. You won. But at what cost.
"Marinus!" You hear someone shout in worry as they rush and carry you off the battefield. Everything from there is a blur, as Aerius tends to your wounds and another body lays next to you. Numbly you turn to the side and see Aulus' unmoving corpse as Aerius expends her energy to try to save him. After all he'd be useful in the coming times. Hopefully. Maybe. Depends on what she can save.
It takes hours and minutes and seconds and years and millenia for you to get back to normal, as you sit up suddenly in a gasp, looking into the night sky. You look around and see Tarpeius by your side, staring at you intently.
"You won." He states simply and quietly. All you can do is nod.
"I did." Your throat feels dry and your words feel foreign somehow. Tentatively you reach up and go to touch your damaged eye, the vision still black on that side, but the memory of the pain from before stops you.
"Are you OK, Marinus?" He asks plainly. You hesitate, wanting to say no, but eventually nod slowly.
"I think so. I'm alive. But..."
"Aerius says that your foot will heal in time. Give it a month or so and you'll be back to top speed. Your eye however..."
"My eye?" You question, wanting to know the full truth.
"She says it's a 50/50 shot that you regain vision. 20/80 that you regain it to the level it used to be. And that was her being optimistic, if I read her correctly." You can only nod mutely.
"I see....guess Aulus stopped my vision afterall." You say solemnly with a small ghost of a smile on your lips. Tarpeius shakes his head in disbelief.
"Of course you joke about..."
Silence. Nothing but silence. And Darkness on half of your face. This would take getting used to. You kinda wonder if this makes you a badass to everyone now, having a missing eye and beating Aulus in a fight. Maybe respect will be easier to come by. Not from Omare or Magnus, those were lost causes, but from...the other Gaea.
"Aulus." You say, and the one word is enough.
"He's dead." Tarpeius relays. "Aerius healed him as best as she could, but the damage was done. He won't last past the night." He explains. You look down, a bit saddened by the news. Yes you won, but you literally got nothing from it, and only kept what was already yours. Why was it such an empty feeling?
"He doesn't have to be." Comes another voice. Kasim. And Omare is next to him. "If you can trust us and...redirect your efforts away from the Akachi, we can heal him. And you." Kasim points out. You look to Omare and he looks away, clearly not wanting to do this. So it was possible. Tarpeius frowns and clearly wants to say something but bites his tongue, waiting for you to speak.
[] Agree with the terms
[] Agree, but only heal you
[] Agree but only heal Aulus
[] Decline
[] Demand they heal you as they're part of your faction
[] Order them to heal you and Aulus as you're still technically Faction Leader
[] Let Tarpeius answer
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