[closed] i want to slay my demons

[skyglider]

Who: (botw) Link, (botw) Zelda, and those who signed up to fight their Blights
Which: closed log
Where: just outside of town
What: the Malice distortions come to a head,
Warnings: Fight! Fight! Fight! (violence, death of the Blights) possibly also some body horror - the Blights are pretty gross


Note: after this log, Link and Zelda will be gone until July 1!


A stormy evening gives way to quiet dawn. To say the past week has been chaotic would be an understatement; strange distortions remain present in Reverein even now, causing monster attacks and disorienting illusions. The morning is quiet at first, with two longtime citizens of Reverein disappearing quietly from their home. They appear near the edge of the town, encased in two large crystals, still seemingly fast asleep. These crystals are visible for all to see, but those who dare to approach will find strange versions of Link and Zelda standing guard, unwilling to let anyone pass.

In fact, rather than let you pass, and risk waking the sleeping souls, they stand their ground, brandishing weapons and magic, prepared to fight.

[individual top-levels in the comments!]

Comments

[multidisciplinary]

[ Crunch, crunch go Alastor's bones as the Blight chomps down on him, but any satisfaction it might have taken in catching its prey is fleeting. Alastor's claws find purchase in the dragon's scales and easily rips them from its face. Inky black blood, tainted by Malice, drips down from the Blight's face. Strangely, though, it doesn't seem to react at all—it's as though it doesn't feel any pain from having its scales torn off.

Fortunately for the radio demon, his shadow is much more successful. Its strike punctures another of the bulbous eyes growing all over Dragonblight's body. The dragon lets out a scream of pain, dropping Alastor from its jaws as it curls in on itself and writhes in agony. ]

[lonelysmiles]

[Alastor rolls on the ground, coughing up globs of blood. A punctured lung and other internal damage. Likely from his broken bones stabbing his internal organs. Oh, healing that damage is going to be very unpleasant.]

[He struggles to his feet, arms wrapped around his middle where blood from the teeth's puncture wounds was spilling out. His shadow flies over to him, concerned.]

Make sure it doesn't get too close to the princess. She's the priority. We don't want to see what happens if that Malice infects her.

[His shadow casts another worried glance before obeying, flying over to the crystal to stand between it and the dragon. It's still in stag form, antlers lowered in warning.]

[Alastor spits out another glob of blood, grinning away as he addresses the dragon.]

It's been a while since I last had a fight this fun! You have my gratitude!

[His antlers branch out a bit, white ribbons of power threading through the branches as more of the white ribbons flow down his coat. The code is temporarily mended as he subconsciously taps back into the dream form he'd used during the fight with the Story Eater.]

[He teleports, reappearing above one of the other eyeballs. He summons his microphone cane to attempt to ram it into the eyeball or at least try and stab its side.]