"You were pretty good, Bastion."
Those complimentary words from the one who reached the pinnacle of the world were followed by the sword being driven through the shielder's chest.
"Ah…Figures," the tank quietly said, looking down at the blade that pierced his body.
As the weapon infused was drawn away, the essence of the slain player was siphoned into its ebon length, leaving the shielder to fade away.
Jason reacted a moment too late, "--Bastion!"
"You!--" Nefilia followed the same shock, raising her staff.
A coalescence of nuclear energy spiraled and swirled in front of the archmage's primary tool, causing the air to heat up and expand with steam.
["Fallout Collap–"]
–Before any such skill could be used, the staff fell; the hand that held up the magic-weaving tool was swiftly and cleanly amputated by the near instantaneous movement of the attacker.
