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thought as he breathed rhythmically. But as long as I can take breaks in-between, I’ll be okay. I can do this. I can beat him!
Bastion heard a small explosion go off, and he glanced behind him for a second. Lakrymos had summoned his black Sage robe, increasing all of his basic abilities several times over. No more playtime. The game was about to end, one way or another.
Lakrymos navigated through the rain of swords, dodging even the shallow cuts now, and creating afterimages in his wake. Bastion’s eyes widened in horror.
He must realize that there are less swords this time. Bastion took a deep breath and ran to one of the side walls, beginning to run up it. Lakrymos followed close behind with a killer’s look in his eyes, and Bastion back flipped off, knowing what he had to endure next. It all rode on this.
Lakrymos halted his run up the wall in mid-stride and jumped off with one foot to swipe at Bastion’s upside down body, still in the middle of a backflip. Bastion grit his teeth and summoned while Lakrymos slashed at the young Sage’s stomach, almost ripping through it to the other side.
Bastion screamed but he kept performing the summon, and as Lakrymos drew closer, a gigantic spike shot up from the ground, slamming into Lakrymos’ chest and sending him upwards and into the ceiling. Bastion fell to the floor crying, trying to stop shaking and doing his best to prevent his body from going into shock. He fought the urge to heal himself or put his hands to his stomach. Instead he placed them to the ground, forcing more energy into the crevices of the stone, making it travel up along the wall and to the ceiling. He made sure that the tip of the spike began to melt into the ceiling, pinning Lakrymos even further into the stone.
Lakrymos growled and tried to speak, but only a small trickle of blood came from his lips. He tried to calm down and give himself time to gather strength, so that he would be able to free himself from his makeshift prison.
He knows that he could still win. Bastion forced himself to his feet with that thought, concentrating on his wound while he stared up at his mentor. He might be calm now, and that’s not where I need him to be. I need him mad.
Bastion’s wound still wasn’t completely closed, but he didn’t care. He fell back to his knees and slammed his hands into the ground. Immediately , a miniature downpour of swords came down from the ceiling, slamming into and through Lakrymos’ head.
His mentor didn’t even have time to scream.
Bastion forced himself to watch, making sure that the deed was done, but he wasn’t sure. He remembered the stories from James—how Lakrymos and Orchid could still receive other bodies as long as Ephai was alive, but again, he wasn’t sure.
As Lakrymos’ body was reduced to shreds, he saw that there was no blood, organs or anything else that would prove that he was living, but he did sense energy.
His soul.
It didn’t know what to do with itself now that it was naked and alone.
It tried to fight against the elements for a few seconds, struggling to maintain its solidarity as it more than likely searched for a n ew form to inhabit. But it was fruitless, and when it couldn’t find a home, it shuddered one more time, and then it disintegrated, becoming one with the air as if someone had thrown a handful of sand into the wind.
Bastion watched the empty space for a moment, wobbling and chuckling to himself.
He had done it.
He had defeated the legendary Lakrymos.
Not with raw strength, but his wits. Something that he had only begun to consider using recently. He only had Daisy, Kent and Catherine to thank for their guidance, and for showing him that there was more than one way to victory.
Oh, and James. He couldn’t forget James—the master of manifesting. Perhaps there was more to his teaching than he realized. Maybe James knew what he was doing after all.
Chapter 6 – Undecided
I have no idea what I’m doing, James thought to
Bastion heard a small explosion go off, and he glanced behind him for a second. Lakrymos had summoned his black Sage robe, increasing all of his basic abilities several times over. No more playtime. The game was about to end, one way or another.
Lakrymos navigated through the rain of swords, dodging even the shallow cuts now, and creating afterimages in his wake. Bastion’s eyes widened in horror.
He must realize that there are less swords this time. Bastion took a deep breath and ran to one of the side walls, beginning to run up it. Lakrymos followed close behind with a killer’s look in his eyes, and Bastion back flipped off, knowing what he had to endure next. It all rode on this.
Lakrymos halted his run up the wall in mid-stride and jumped off with one foot to swipe at Bastion’s upside down body, still in the middle of a backflip. Bastion grit his teeth and summoned while Lakrymos slashed at the young Sage’s stomach, almost ripping through it to the other side.
Bastion screamed but he kept performing the summon, and as Lakrymos drew closer, a gigantic spike shot up from the ground, slamming into Lakrymos’ chest and sending him upwards and into the ceiling. Bastion fell to the floor crying, trying to stop shaking and doing his best to prevent his body from going into shock. He fought the urge to heal himself or put his hands to his stomach. Instead he placed them to the ground, forcing more energy into the crevices of the stone, making it travel up along the wall and to the ceiling. He made sure that the tip of the spike began to melt into the ceiling, pinning Lakrymos even further into the stone.
Lakrymos growled and tried to speak, but only a small trickle of blood came from his lips. He tried to calm down and give himself time to gather strength, so that he would be able to free himself from his makeshift prison.
He knows that he could still win. Bastion forced himself to his feet with that thought, concentrating on his wound while he stared up at his mentor. He might be calm now, and that’s not where I need him to be. I need him mad.
Bastion’s wound still wasn’t completely closed, but he didn’t care. He fell back to his knees and slammed his hands into the ground. Immediately , a miniature downpour of swords came down from the ceiling, slamming into and through Lakrymos’ head.
His mentor didn’t even have time to scream.
Bastion forced himself to watch, making sure that the deed was done, but he wasn’t sure. He remembered the stories from James—how Lakrymos and Orchid could still receive other bodies as long as Ephai was alive, but again, he wasn’t sure.
As Lakrymos’ body was reduced to shreds, he saw that there was no blood, organs or anything else that would prove that he was living, but he did sense energy.
His soul.
It didn’t know what to do with itself now that it was naked and alone.
It tried to fight against the elements for a few seconds, struggling to maintain its solidarity as it more than likely searched for a n ew form to inhabit. But it was fruitless, and when it couldn’t find a home, it shuddered one more time, and then it disintegrated, becoming one with the air as if someone had thrown a handful of sand into the wind.
Bastion watched the empty space for a moment, wobbling and chuckling to himself.
He had done it.
He had defeated the legendary Lakrymos.
Not with raw strength, but his wits. Something that he had only begun to consider using recently. He only had Daisy, Kent and Catherine to thank for their guidance, and for showing him that there was more than one way to victory.
Oh, and James. He couldn’t forget James—the master of manifesting. Perhaps there was more to his teaching than he realized. Maybe James knew what he was doing after all.
Chapter 6 – Undecided
I have no idea what I’m doing, James thought to
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