Vadriel
Bite my shiny metal ass!
Thaltos locked blades with Vaal and strained with all his might as the much stronger dragonman drove him backwards towards a wall. Thaltos knew that if became cornered, it would be over. Mobility was his greatest ally in this fight, and it must be protected with equal sanctity of his own life.
A thought came to him, and he triggered a decent shock in the Shears of Atropos, which was conducted down Vaal's own blades to send a pulse of electricity through his arms, numbing them with a quick jerk and causing him to lose his grip on the weapons. The blades no longer supported by his massive strength, Thaltos' own scimitars pushed them back and embedded about an inch deep into the thick, armorscaled hide of the Drakotaur's chest, where they began to siphon the energy from his body.
Vaal roared with pain and fury. Already recovering from the shock, he grabbed Thaltos about the waist with both clawed hands and lifted him high above his head before throwing him a couple dozen yards to the stone of the plaza on which they had earlier battled. His own weapons gone, sent spinning off when Thaltos tipped the balance, Vaal grabbed the Shears of Atropos and ripped them out of his own chest.
Twin lines of his blood running down his chest, Vaal looked at the Shears and chuckled. Playfully brandishing them, he triumphantly stalked towards Thaltos, who was laboriously pushing himself up off the ground.
"It has been a long time since I felt the deadly bite of these blades for the first time...tell me little Champion, have you ever felt it yourself?"
Thaltos got to his knees by the time Vaal reached him and lifted up onto his hind legs to raise one of the Shears for a killing blow. Thaltos reached out and triggered the energy in the unraised weapon in Vaal's left hand. It tore loose from his grasp as Vaal started to bring his arm down, and Thaltos grabbed it and drove it hard into the barrel of Vaal's lower body right under his front legs.
Vaal spasmed in pain and stopped his strike, as the energy flowed out of him and into the blade, and Thaltos narrowed his eyes. As they began to shine with crimson energy, he slowly spoke.
"No. And you will not be the one to enlighten me."
Thaltos cut loose with his fully-powered Gorgon Stare at point blank range, the beam hitting Vaal flat in the abdomen, its effect triggering instantly at point of impact and spreading throughout the rest of his body. As his flesh quivered and grayed, freezing in place, Vaal roared in rage and agony.
As the Gorgon magic finished its work, and the flow of energy from Vaal stopped, so too did Thaltos' Stare. He slumped to the ground at the feet of the frozen statue of Vaal in the middle of the strike that would have ended his life, and collapsed.
A thought came to him, and he triggered a decent shock in the Shears of Atropos, which was conducted down Vaal's own blades to send a pulse of electricity through his arms, numbing them with a quick jerk and causing him to lose his grip on the weapons. The blades no longer supported by his massive strength, Thaltos' own scimitars pushed them back and embedded about an inch deep into the thick, armorscaled hide of the Drakotaur's chest, where they began to siphon the energy from his body.
Vaal roared with pain and fury. Already recovering from the shock, he grabbed Thaltos about the waist with both clawed hands and lifted him high above his head before throwing him a couple dozen yards to the stone of the plaza on which they had earlier battled. His own weapons gone, sent spinning off when Thaltos tipped the balance, Vaal grabbed the Shears of Atropos and ripped them out of his own chest.
Twin lines of his blood running down his chest, Vaal looked at the Shears and chuckled. Playfully brandishing them, he triumphantly stalked towards Thaltos, who was laboriously pushing himself up off the ground.
"It has been a long time since I felt the deadly bite of these blades for the first time...tell me little Champion, have you ever felt it yourself?"
Thaltos got to his knees by the time Vaal reached him and lifted up onto his hind legs to raise one of the Shears for a killing blow. Thaltos reached out and triggered the energy in the unraised weapon in Vaal's left hand. It tore loose from his grasp as Vaal started to bring his arm down, and Thaltos grabbed it and drove it hard into the barrel of Vaal's lower body right under his front legs.
Vaal spasmed in pain and stopped his strike, as the energy flowed out of him and into the blade, and Thaltos narrowed his eyes. As they began to shine with crimson energy, he slowly spoke.
"No. And you will not be the one to enlighten me."
Thaltos cut loose with his fully-powered Gorgon Stare at point blank range, the beam hitting Vaal flat in the abdomen, its effect triggering instantly at point of impact and spreading throughout the rest of his body. As his flesh quivered and grayed, freezing in place, Vaal roared in rage and agony.
As the Gorgon magic finished its work, and the flow of energy from Vaal stopped, so too did Thaltos' Stare. He slumped to the ground at the feet of the frozen statue of Vaal in the middle of the strike that would have ended his life, and collapsed.
