Perspective. : Conrad Garnier
The insect swiftly withdrew its extended limb from Kyle's body, causing a geyser of blood to erupt from his wound. Strange white roots of corrosion began sprouting out of the injury, gradually covering his entire body. Kyle appeared on the verge of losing consciousness as his eyes rolled upwards, blood trickling down from his eyes and mouth.
Meanwhile,
Fluttering its wings, the insect generated enough powerful force that kept me at a distance, keeping me at bay.
I tried, I fucking tried.
But the force from its wings was too strong.
I had to reach Kyle, anyone had to.
The creature, in a desperate display, hopelessly tapped its limbs on the ground, generating a flurry of strikes that came relentlessly. Patrick, standing closest, valiantly defended himself, skillfully deflecting each strike. Yet, he was in no position to reach Kyle.
Elkdrack maintained his grasp on its mandibles, while Regina, on the other hand, was forcefully blown the furthest away. However, she managed to regain her footing and swiftly conjured a protective wind wall to shield herself from the ferocious gusts generated by the insect's powerful wings. The winds hurled small pebbles and rocks alike at all directions.
When we believed that it had been enough, a nightmarish occurrence unfolded. The insect's mutilated eye sockets, filled with mold and remnants of shredded flesh, began to convulse and contort. The surrounding skin grew putrid and saggy, as if infected with a malevolent presence. Gradually, all the remnants coalesced into a single monstrous clump of flesh, taking the shape of a closed eye that loomed menacingly in the center of its forehead, evoking a sense of dread and terror.
As it opened it eye, the eyeball revealed itself with an eerie intensity, its glossy surface was like murky abyss, reflecting a haunting darkness, devoid of any discernible light. Veins delicate and sinewy, traversed the eyeball's milky white sclera, resembling the tangled roots that covered Kyle. Their presence creating an unsettling network, casting sinister shadows across the orb.
The iris, a twisted mosaic of unsettling hues, appears distorted and unnatural. Shades of sickly yellow, murky green, and bloodshot red blended together in a macabre dance, evoking a sense of wild malevolence. Within the center, the pupil lurked like a predatory void, devoid of any empathy or compassion, no sense of self, solely controlled by its wild urges. It dilated and contracted, pulsating with an unsettling rhythm, as if it was a door to a realm of nightmares.
Silent and unblinking, the eye spun, observing with a chilling intensity as it made contact with each of us, before ultimately fixating its gaze upon fainting Kyle.
As the tension reached its peak, the creature, acutely aware of Kyle's precarious position, thrust its limb towards him once more, poised to deliver a final, devastating blow. The room seemed to hold its breath, fear gripping the hearts of us watching. Time slowed down, elongating the agonizing moments before impact.
Just as it seemed inevitable that the limb would pierce Kyle's defenseless body, a glimmer of hope emerged. A divine glow enveloped Patrick's blade, casting an eerie yet captivating light that cut through the hopelessness. In a flash, Patrick executed a curved slash with unparalleled precision, leaving behind a mesmerizing trail of blue flames that danced with otherworldly grace.
The severed limbs of the monstrous creature soared through the air, an unreal sight that momentarily shattered the dread that had gripped us. In an astonishing display of agility, Patrick swiftly closed the distance between himself and Kyle, his movements a blur of speed, defying comprehension.
With unwavering determination, Patrick shielded Kyle from harm, his voice resonated through our ears .
"No, you don't".
With impeccable precision, Patrick deftly deflected the monster's strike by positioning his blade in such a way that the creature's limbs grazed its sharp edges. As the limbs made contact, Patrick skillfully slipped his blade upward, deflecting its limb, causing the monster to momentarily lose its balance. With a tremendous, earth-shaking thud, the creature's ass crashed forcefully onto the ground.
As soon as the insect fell on the ground, Elkdrack shouted,
"This Maybe the only chance we get".
"Make it count".
Now, there was nothing holding us, the tide of the battle was once again in our clasp.
No time wasted, I and Regina swiftly closed the distance.
With my blade firmly gripped in my hand, I dashed towards the creature, blurring through the air with purpose. Vengeance surged within me as I proclaimed, "That's it, I am taking you down for good this time."
In perfect synchronization, Regina conjured an ice platform, propelling me towards the creature's colossal head. The platform swiftly lifted me, granting me an elevated position from which to strike.
With a swift leap from the platform, I propelled myself towards the creature's colossal head. Mid-air, I ignited my sword, flames flickering along its blade, as I gracefully executed a summersault. My fiery blade, gleaming with vexation , was poised to sever its head.
As I descended upon the creature, my blade sliced through its neck with a resounding cleave. In a dramatic display, its head was forcefully separated from its body, a torrent of black blood gushing forth. And as my blade traced a fiery trail, a ring of fire erupted, completing the decapitation in a blaze of triumph.
(How satisfying!)
As the decapitated head of the creature plummeted to the ground, a grotesque sight, it rolled in the pool of its own black blood.
And yet it still clung to life, the beast's haunting scream of agony pierced the silence, echoing through the room, leaving us all paralyzed with the sheer pain of listening.
To our surprise, its wings, still filled with a desperate energy, thrashed with a last ditch effort, generating a gust of wind that threatened to sweep me away, once again.
"No ...not again".
I braced myself, desperately clinging to my sword, that I embedded in the ground, just in the nick of time, for stability, but the sheer power of its fluttering wings proved too much. I was forcefully propelled backwards, crashing into the hard wall.
In that moment of chaos, my grip faltered, and my sword slipped from my grasp, clattering to the ground. As if I was stuck with the worst stroke of misfortune, the blade landed upside down, piercing my trembling thigh. Agony shot through my body, and I let out a cry of pain, my voice filled with frustration and despair.
"Ahh ..FUCK ... DAMMIT!".
With no escape from the blade's cruel embrace, it pinned my leg to the ground, leaving me immobilized.
The world spun around me as I grappled with the torment, each breath a struggle.
"Haaah... aah... shit!" I exclaimed, a mixture of pain, frustration, and defiance.
In that tense moment, I could feel the creature writhing in agony right beside me, we were like convulsions reminiscent of a fish desperately gasping for air. Its immense decapitated head staring right at me, its monstrous eye locking onto mine, creating an intense and unsettling connection.
For a moment there, I felt a certain kinship with the creature, we both were in pain, that we inflicted upon eachother.
That is where it gets crazy.
I don't know why? but For some damn reason I started to feel pity for the creature.
Maybe the pain was getting on my head.
But soon after, life left its eyes, causing its eyelids to slowly shut.
Then Regina unpinned me, due to the throbbing pain on my right leg, I was barely even able to stand.
While still, Regina gave me a hand with that.
After defeating those foes, we were beat.
We slowly made our way towards Kyle.
"Hope he is still alive".
With each faltering step I took, my vision grew increasingly blurry, obscuring everything in front of me. In the midst of this haze, we finally reached Kyle, but to my surprise, Patrick stood before us, barely able to remain upright. His legs appeared shattered, causing him to lean heavily on his sword, using it as a makeshift cane.
"Guess that mad dash to save Kyle took a toll on his legs".
Comming back to Kyle, fortunately he was still breathing, those white roots that covered his body were too disintegrating.
Possibly because we slain the beast.
And yet,
"I don't think he will survive with a giant hole in his stomach".
Despite his own battered and injured state, Patrick valiantly focused his efforts on healing Kyle.
Everyone was injured one way or another. And yet they kept calling Kyle.
Regina too.
"I don't understand".
"Why?".
"Don't you see ... he is not going to make it".
"Sheesh ... get your priorities straight people".