Coppermirth slowly eased up onto his feet, and spotted his trusty spear-scythe, and limped as quickly as he could towards it. Only one more villain remained.
Drakhurn scoffed at his adversaries, and ignored them. They were non-factors now.
"This is destiny, to go against this is to go against the cosmic force of creation itself. Now Krelgoth shall be released from his centuries long prison. And in turn... so shall WE." he hissed and brought down his blade, upon the young boy's chest.
A sickening sound could be heard, like the puncturing of a melon, the young boy gasped out loud, and Drakhurn's eyes narrowed in triumphant glory. This was what he had been waiting for, for almost half a century.
But then... a disgusting howl escaped forth from within the crystal, and a low rumble soon followed. The energy levels were rising... something was wrong.
Only then did Drakhurn see it, as the boy oozed forth dark green blood...
"No... " he gasped, as he then saw that very same child curled up behind the altar. And the boy he had stabbed shifted back into his real form... it was Gabbagi. He had managed to switch places with the child... obviously during one of the many times Drakhurn had his back throughout the battle.
"No.... impossible..." hissed Drakhurn, seeing his dreams being crushed before him. It had to be pure blood, not the blood of a corrupted being... this ruined everything. Through pained breaths, Gabbagi chuckled up at his former-leader.
"Whose... a fool now... asshole?" laughed the crimson shapeshifter even as he choked on his own blood. Drakhurn roared in unimaginable fury, seemingly losing all self control at this point.
"YOU MISERABLE LITTLE CRETIN!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE!?!?!" asked the shadowy being, thoroughly enraged. His body seemed to reflect this emotion, as his form became highly erractic and unstable.
Not giving the wounded and dying Gabbagi a chance to respond, the living darkness grabbed the shapeshifter, and proceeded in throwing him towards Duile and his fellow commrades. "This... this is.... nothing.... nothing at all." said Drakhurn, stuttering and nervous, as his eyes fell upon the child lying next to the altar.
"I... I... I can still fix this. Yes. Yes I can." he gasped, reaching for the small boy, who, under a trance, could put up no fight at all.
Not even missing a beat, the wounded Duile looked at his fellow warriors, his compatriots... his friends. "That's our cue!!" he said as he picked up his spear-scythe.
"Let's put an end to this nightmare." he ordered to those who could still move, as he began to rush forward, as fast as he could, despite his pain.
Gabbagi, in the mean time, laid there in a heap. Despite the blood pouring forth from the corners of his mouth... he had on a triumphant smile.
Edited by: Ash Fanrico at: 11/20/06 4:52