A crooked blade descended down in a flash, its shadow shrouding Alistair's frightened complexion… the dread almost physical. All he could do, was look up and wait for his sure death.
Instinctively, Alistair closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Yet, that soul-tearing of the abyss didn't return. He heard clanks, echoing, from above. Soon, sounds like quick slices of air.
A battle.
In response, he opened his eyes and saw that everywhere became blurry because of the high-speed movements he experienced. In a few seconds, the speed dwindled and slowed to a dead-halt.
He finally saw what happened.
In front of Alistair stood the Outsider/Tettoras.
In the entity's hand, lay the Source cube, levitating gracefully above above a fleshy, metal limb.
"Fuck!" Alistair exclaimed, then looked at Eltic's face and noticed a bleeding cut on the right side.
"Double fucks," he cursed, mind dizzy from simply being amidst of these two.
