songerein | [closed] i want to slay my demons

[The version of Link that stands before the Hero of Time seems to have had all the color leeched from him, standing in stark—and perhaps slightly familiar—black and white. All but his eyes, which glow a dim red.

Mirrorblight Link wields a sword almost identical to the Master Sword, the real version of which is encased in crystal behind him, along with its owner. The Blight stands between Link and said crystal, brandishing his sword. The moment Link gets too close, he leaps forward, making the first strike.]

Edited 2023-06-19 15:11 (UTC)

[Sora finds himself face-to-face with someone who looks like a friend—sort of. Perhaps this is the corruption that Link talked about—the effect of the Malice. Earthblight Link stands between Sora and the crystal where Link appears to be sleeping, and holds a two-handed sword in a defensive stance.

As soon as Sora approaches, the Blight swings his mighty sword. He's not aiming it directly at the keyblade wielder, though: he strikes the ground in front of him, shaking the ground and creating a fissure where the earth itself splits in two.]

[The Blight that stands in front of Beat seems to have been corrupted by malice, and rather than the Master Sword, wields a long trident-like spear in both hands. Shieldblight Link seems to be standing guard, trying to keep anyone away from the crystal that seemingly holds the real Link.

He exhibits no reluctance in the fight to come. As Beat approaches, he holds out the trident, and a shimmering transparent wall appears in front of him. Ah, seems this Blight can create a shield. Wonder what it'd take to break it.]

[ The Blight that stands before Sheik looks like what he feared Zelda to be when they first met—a puppet of Ganon, looking eerily identical to the princess.

The Blight's black hands begin to glow red as it calls on the power of Ganon's hate, a recognizable perversion of the princess's sealing power. It is preparing to use that mimicked sealing power to bind Sheik in place. ]

[ Instead of a corrupted image of Zelda, there is a dragon, its long body coiling around the crystal encasing the slumbering princess. Long has Naydra been the guardian of wisdom, and even with the corruption of the Malice, it clings fervently to its duty.

Dragonblight watches Alastor with suspicion, its many eyes following his every move. The dragon (a relatively smaller version of its Hyrulean counterpart) looks ill, its strength sapped by Malice, but even an injured animal is still incredibly dangerous. ]

[ The Blight that stands before Somnus looks like what Zelda feared would happen to her when they first met—infected by Malice that seeped into the dream world through her.

There is a large puddle of Malice at the Blight's feet, spreading out in every direction. It has already grown up around the crystal holding the slumbering princess and it is making its way towards Somnus with the intent to snare him as well. ]

Well now, aren't you pretty?

[Alastor walks towards the coiled dragon with confidence. He sees the crystal bearing Zelda. Oh, this is going to be a good laugh to talk about later: Alastor the Radio Demon, arguably the most terrifying sinner in Hell, rescuing a princess from a dragon like a knight of old.]

I don't suppose you'd be willing to let her go so we can skip some of this unpleasantness?

[He doubts it. That Malice stuff has clearly corrupted the creature. At least his fight alongside Link with the creature known as "Calamity Ganon" allowed him to know that the grotesque eyes with vertical slits that obviously don't belong on the elegant dragon are where he needs to focus his attacks.]

[ Unfortunately, unpleasantness will not be skipped today. The Blight narrows its eyes as Alastor approaches, constricting tighter around the crystal. Scaly lips curl upward to reveal sharp fangs as it growls a warning at Alastor. Positive and negative dream energy war within the creature. Protect the descendant of the Goddess!—even if the only way is her death.

Hairline cracks appear in the crystal as Dragonblight squeezes it. Malice drips from the creature's body onto the crystal and probes against the cracks, searching for entry. If it gets inside, it will surely corrupt Zelda. ]

[ Had she remained encased in a crystal, slumbering, that would be one matter, but no. Now there is another version of her, corrupted by malice, that spreads more blight wherever she steps. Hideous, truly, and even more revolting is that this facsimile seems to act as warden to the slumbering princess. That, or it is trying to find a way to infect her past the barrier.

If the latter is its goal, Somnus will not allow it. He steps forward, ready to engage, and stifles an all-too-familiar, unsettling feeling down. Malice bears many similarities to the darkness that plagues his world, and blotchy, dark infection that mars this other Zelda's form appears much too similar to one affected by the Scourge as they succumb to daemonhood. While Somnus knows not if it can infect a person like the Starscourge... he is not willing to gamble the true Zelda's safety.

So he starts with lifting his hand, igniting a line of flames between him and the encroaching blight. ]

[Alastor gives a casual shrug.]

Well, you can't say I didn't try.

[First things first, let's get the measure of this thing's abilities. He teleports out of view only to reappear above, brandishing his microphone. He swings it, using magic to create an arc of air that cut like a knife, aiming specifically at one of the Malice eyes.]

[ Alastor is faster than the Blight (this time) and that arc of air slices directly through the largest eye on the dragon's head. It lets out a pained shriek as the large eye vanishes in a puff of black smoke.

Clearly, Alastor won't be deterred by a snarl and a show of teeth. Dragonblight unravels itself from the crystal and leaps up into the air. With a roar, it launches itself at Alastor, fangs bared with the intent to bite that bright red head off. ]

[ Unlike the princess it has modeled itself after, the Blight shows almost no reaction to Somnus. The two eyes set in its skull, inversions of Zelda's green eyes, are dull and lifeless. It's the bulbous eyeball growing out of the monsters shoulder, that watches Somnus's every movement carefully.

The presence of flames do nothing to deter Lightblight. It continues approaching Somnus, the puddle of Malice lifting itself up like a cresting wave. It throws itself over the fire and smothers it easily. ]

[Link's a pretty smart kid much of the time, but his ability to spot what might be a trap might need just a little bit of work. The crystal holding the other Link doesn't look suspicious to him at all, so he rushes up to it with only enough hesitation to judge who's inside.

The person waiting for him there makes him glad he's taken to carrying his sword around more often lately, and he pauses once again, this time with his hand on the hilt of the blade. He'd defeated his shadowy doppelgänger once, and while it wasn't impossible for him to come back for round two... but this didn't seem to be it. Was this created from the Malice around town?

Is that why its stance was mirrored from his own?]

Are you--

[His question ends up unasked as he mistakenly takes one step closer to the crystal and the blight suddenly goes on the offensive, taking a swing he just barely managed to block with his own sword.]

Fight it is, then!

[He'll try to shove the sword away first. If he's successful, he'll go for a swing from the side, aiming for the blight's arm or torso.]

Edited 2023-06-20 03:26 (UTC)

[Beat's first instinct upon seeing Link within the crystal is to run up towards him, worry creasing his brow as his feet take him as fast as he can. But before he can get there, the shield is erected in front of him, causing him to slam into it with his full weight. He lets out a groan as he stumbles backward, trying to regain his balance all the while.]

Ngh—! What the hell?

[The shield shimmers in the early morning sun, casting reflections on the ground. It would be a prettier sight if the blight behind it didn't look so menacing in its stance and with its weapon at the ready.

Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on who you're asking) Beat was never the kind to back down from a fight either. Especially not when he sees that his friend was held captive within the crystal nearby.]

Aight. I don't care if you's covered in taboo goo or whatever. If you ain't gonna lemme through, I'm jus' gonna have to make you!

[A bellow echoes from him as he throws his hand back and slams his fist into the shield, attempting to shatter it. He may no longer have the essence of Ares—and in turn, the added strength of the Greek god of war—but that wasn't going to stop him.]

[Not that long ago, she was the one approaching him, following the whims of a party favor seeking out its twin amidst a crowd of masked strangers.

But was it truly that crystal pin that drew them together? Now, their roles reversed, it feels less certain as Sheik is propelled forward in his search for the missing Princess and her Champion, following nothing but what he can only describe as a gut feeling - a resonance in his blood he's too desperate to ignore. Nightmare energy flickers unnoticed at his heels as he makes the mad dash towards the source of that resonance, the cruel yellow eyes from his vision plaguing his thoughts as he pushes his body to go that much faster, to get there that much sooner. That if he does, then maybe, just maybe, they might be spared that dark fate he saw.]

Princess...!

[But of course, he's too late for that, by days and by millennia. Those yellow eyes gaze upon him - so familiar and yet so alien at once upon the Princess' face - and he's horrified all the way down to his bones, certainly, but far, far more than that...

He is furious.

It blinds him, momentarily, keeping his feet rooted in place even as the puppet's hand begins to glow, and anywhere else, that would be a death sentence. But here, in this realm so easily molded by emotions, it is not only Ganon's hate that has power. The air around Sheik burns in that moment (how dare he how dare he), the puppet's blighted magic sizzling as it reaches for him (was her father not enough?), smoldering with a white-gold flame before dissipating in the wind like ash (was her country not enough?!).

Such rage is not sustainable, however, at least not for mortals, and that aura fades as the "shock" wears off, his anger settling into a prominent simmer in the background of his mind as his training once again asserts its authority over his higher faculties. Sheik draws his blade, leaping forward to close the distance between himself and the puppet.]

Release her, you thrice-damned boar!

[When Link told him about the malice jelly Sora knew that he should take it seriously. He didn't think it was going to be this bad at the time. But now, as he's faced with the strange copy of his friend he knows he should have taken it way more seriously.]

Link?!

[Sora's keyblade appears in his hand right as the earthblight creature slams its weapon into the ground. Sora stumbles and hops backwards awkwardly, just missing a powerful fissure that cuts up the side of his cheek. He stumbles backwards and grits his teeth. He holds his weapon in preparation for a fight.]

What's going on?! What's happening to Link?!

[ His eyes narrow as the blight snuffs the flames. So, it seems even removing material for it to consume doesn't affect its advance. Or, maybe, it's not just flames that will work, but a need to combine them with dreamotion.

It's worth at least an attempt.

Somnus pivots, one heel sliding back, and he lifts his hand once more. Instead of merely calling flames into his palm, there is something more than his innate magic fueling the fire. Dreamotion causes the fire dancing upon his palm to adopt a greyish tint when flickering-- for hope is the color of steel and iron to him. He casts this flame to the edge of the blight, testing to see how it reacts. ]

[Good. It won't damage the crystal and potentially harm Zelda. All according to plan.]

[His grin widens as he pops out of existence, reappearing behind the corrupted dragon. He isn't likely to get a good hit in from this angle, but he can make it mad and further pull it away from Zelda.]

[He skids as he lands on the ground, raising the microphone to unleash a blast of pure sound energy to strike at the dragon. He's not aiming for anywhere specific. He just wants to further lure it away from the princess so he has room to work.]

You'll need to be faster than that, my good fellow!

[Slam! Beat's fist hits the shield. Anywhere else, that wouldn't have made a difference, but here in Reverein, emotion holds power. Unbelievably, beneath the weight of that fist, the shield cracks: a slim hairline that feathers outward from where he made impact.

Shieldblight remains still, for a moment, waiting to see what else this guy is going to do. It's possible that he can't attack and hold the shield at the same time -- it seems that the trident is what's generating it.]

[Mirrored, but perhaps not a complete reflection -- this Link seems to hold his sword in his right hand, rather than the left.

Fight it is. Mirrorblight seems uninterested in talking, anyway; he tries to pull his sword back in to parry the next swing, but he's moments too slow, and Link gets a good slice in on his arm. He barely seems to take note, and the substance that pools on the surface of his skin is not blood -- it's more like the Malice pooling in areas nearby.

Now that the fight has begun in earnest, he follows immediately with another attack, pulling back and then charging forward with a spinning thrust.]

[Earthblight Link seems deeply uninterested in talking; instead, the glowing yellow eyes littering his body all seem to focus in on the weapon in Sora's hand. He may not be fast, but he is powerful, footsteps shaking the ground as he slowly makes his way closer. He lifts the heavy claymore in his hands, and-- slam! it hits the ground once again. This time, rather than a fissure, it causes rocks to rise up from the ground in a column, aiming to put Sora off-balance.]

[ Oho, what's this? That brief flare of Sheik's aura captures the Blight's attention, pinging recognition in the Malice-controlled monster. That felt an awful lot like the divine power that has been imprisoning its source, Calamity Ganon, for the past century.

Unfortunately for Sheik, his brief loss of control has triggered the Blight's fervent instinct to snuff out Light from every source.

Puppetblight grins wickedly as Sheik lunges toward it. It raises one arm and easily deflects his blade, the sharp edge glancing right off the Blight's black forearms. Looks like that coloration isn't just for show—the Blight's limbs are as hard as obsidian. ]

[ Dragonblight manages to get in close and chomps down...on nothing! Its prey vanishes.

But the Blight's large ears, sensitive to even the smallest sounds, hear Alastor when he lands back on the ground. The Blight whips around in the air and lunges towards him, this time managing to dodge the sound energy. Be faster? Very well! It flies at Alastor again, quick as a viper, making a second attempt to bite. The crystal containing the princess is temporarily forgotten as the Blight pursues its foe. ]

[ Once again, Lightblight easily snuffs out the flames. Fire and iron hold little power over pure hatred given form.

By now, the advancing Malice on the ground has reached Somnus, the Blight itself only ten feet away. Tendrils of Malice reach out to grab at Somnus's feet, ready to mire him in place if it can get a good hold on him. ]

[Well, he asked for it.]

[This dragon is far, far quicker than the echo of Mordremoth was. Alastor has no time to even think about teleporting before it's on him. Its jaws easily latch on around his middle, and his light weight makes it easy for it to carry him along. Had he been still human, the strike would've killed him on impact, but sinner demons are made of much sterner stuff than their living incarnations. However, he doesn't get away scot-free as he feels a few ribs snap.]

[The pain makes it difficult to focus on teleporting out. That and he's not sure he'd be able to teleport out of its jaws in this world or if he'd just carry it along with him. Instead, he starts digging his claws into the scales of its face, trying to get it to let go.]

Any time now, old boy!

[His shadow lunges up, taking on its stag form to strike one of the eyes on the dragon's body.]

Edited 2023-06-23 17:36 (UTC)

[Yeah, well, that makes two of them wanting to wipe each other out of existence. There's nothing like personal stakes to rekindle an ancient, instinctual enmity originating from the dawn of time.

Not that Sheik has realized the Blight has noticed anything in particular about him yet, singularly focused on his goal of freeing the Princess as he is. But some small part of him is grateful for the wicked grin that splits the imitation of the Princess' fair face as he closes in; the sight of it buries any hesitation he might otherwise have had.

His blade finds no purchase in the Blight's flesh - something he probably should have expected - but that's fine. If it's useless, he can do without, allowing the weapon to be flung from his grip as his strike is deflected. Conserving that forward momentum, his freed hands close in around the puppet's slender, obsidian arm, and with a shout of effort and fury, he'll pivot in an attempt to hurl the damn thing over his shoulder and away from the crystal it guards.

If he's stung by Malice in the process, so be it. His own pain is so far down on the list of his priorities right now.]

[Even that small crack was enough to pull the corner of Beat's lips into a smile. His gaze moves over to look at the blight on the other side. However, seeing it remain still was enough to wipe the triumphant smile off this face.

Was it mocking him? Now that pisses him off.]

Aight, tha's it. I'mma show you what's what when I smash through, you freakin' statue!

[Believe it or not, Beat repeats the same action again, and again, and again, relying solely on his strength to make a dent in the reflective shield. Each punch lands with more force, more power, and, eventually, more fire powered by the dreamotion of Beat's unyielding determination.]

[ At seeing how the combination of dreamotion and his magic fails to do any significant damage, his brow raises, then settles. A frown now forms upon his lips, but his stance remains the same- cautious.

Eyes locked on lightblight at it approaches, Somnus takes two slow paces to the side, as if waiting to see how else it might attack. ]

[ The big bulbous eyeball on the Blight's shoulder follows Somnus's movements, appraising its prey. Tendrils of Malice ripple along the Blight's body, steadily working to cover any surface not yet tainted by the ooze. A second eyeball is budding on the same shoulder as the first. The further the Malice spreads, the greater its power grows.

And power is what it craves more than anything.

Suddenly, the Blight makes a lunge for Somnus, its clawed hands outstretched. Once again, the Malice on the ground rises up like a wave, this time ten feet in height, and crashes over him. It tries to grab him, whether with strands of Malice or its own hands, and drain the lifeforce out of him. ]

[ From the palm of his hand, a light solidifies in a hexagonal pattern, forming a semi-circle shield to repel the brunt of the wave that crashes over him. It can only block so much, however, and the malice wakes over the crest of the barrier, singing the ground like acid. The splatter travels, striking him upon his arm. It seems that whether dead or not, it's magical enough to affect him, latching on his form.

He feels the siphon of his power immediately, and his attention moves from the shimmer of the barrier in front of him to where the tendril wraps around his wrist. Somnus' chin raises. He waits, waits until some blight shifts from the smooth surface of the barrier, just enough to create a window to the crystal containing Zelda beyond.

And then he acts.

A flick of his wrist dispels the barrier, and the shatter of bright magic masks the crystalline summon of a blade into his hand. A ringing, pristine sound accompanies the upward and oblique strike across the appendage that grips him, severing it from the main part of its body. Another flash, and the blade torrents towards the crystal with a trailing wisp of blue-white light, lodging blade-first a meter from its base.

Particles of his light run off cloak and hair like rain as Somnus manifests from the warp, stands, and turns in one fluid motion. The tendril of blight slips from his wrist, but a shadowy burn remains upon the pale, ghostly flesh of his form. He uses that same hand to motion toward the lightblight. Come. ]

[Of course the reflection has Malice for blood, that makes sense but is also gross and probably dangerous. Link had said not to touch it, and he intends to heed that advice. Not that he intends on engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the shadow any time soon.

Or at least not intentionally. Thrusts are harder to knock away, so he intends on blocking it with his shield instead. His shield...that he realizes too late that he left back in his treehouse, so instead of metal, the shadow Link's blade grazes his right forearm instead.

He definitely bleeds blood, and while it's a painful mistake, he's not about to let it bother him too much just yet, and goes in for another swipe at the area he just sliced, since it's probably a bit weaker now.]

[ 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. ]

[ One moment, the Blight is lunging for Sheik's neck after deflecting his knife—the next, it finds the world tipping out from underneath itself as it is grabbed and thrown over its prey's shoulders. Puppetblight lands hard on its back on the ground, the wind momentarily knocked out of its lungs.

A few tendrils of Malice, however, use the brief moment of contact to snake their way from the Blight to the ninja. They wrap around his right arm and begin to squeeze. Even with Sheik's sleeve as a buffer, he'll be able to feel the stinging sensation as the Malice burns right through the cloth and leeches onto his skin. Tasty, delicious divine energy to drink up and gain strength. ]

[Bang! Bang! Bang! Beat slams his fists into the shield over and over, and each time, the crack grows a little wider. Finally, the force of his fists seems to be enough: the last punch he throws shatters the shield with a loud, echoing crack!

Which means it's time for the real fight to begin. Shieldblight charges forward with the trident, aiming to catch whatever part of Beat's body he can get with its sharp prongs.]

[All those yellow eyes are really freaky. Sora doesn't like them one bit. He readies himself for an imminent attack, steeling his resolve to counter with all his strength. However, just as he prepares to engage, the sudden eruption of a rock column catches him off guard.

With quick reflexes, Sora manages to evade the devastating blow, but the force of the impact sends him flying backward, crashing onto the ground a few paces away. He grunts in pain as he hits the surface, feeling the jolt reverberate through his body. Despite the setback, Sora quickly pushes himself up, his determination unwavering. He has to get to the real Link!]

Hgn?!

[Alright- if that's going to be the game? Sora suddenly points his keyblade at Earthblight Link and casts an explosion of fire.]

Fire!!

Edited 2023-06-28 02:24 (UTC)

[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.]

[ A shield is hardly a deterrent for the Blight, so it crashes against it with full force. The shield stops Lightblight from getting its clawed hands on Somnus, but at least some of the Malice manages to make contact. The sticky goo suctions itself to his wrist and starts to siphon the energy that gives Somnus form. The monster picks itself up and lunges again at Somnus, but this time collides with nothing as he warps away.

Although Somnus managed to sear away the tendril of Malice that grabbed him, he might still feel its effects. Besides siphoning away whatever strange dreamworld energy it is that gives Somnus form, the Malice is also trying to poison him with negative emotional energies, like anger and hate. The goo itself is hatred given physical form and it aims to spread that feeling as much as possible.

The Blight turns and finds its prey in front of the crystal containing its other prey. Come? Very well. Malice wriggles down the Blight's arms and takes the form of a bow. The Blight draws back on the string and charges up a shot of pure energy, glowing white hot and red in a malicious perversion of the princess's own powers. It fires the bolt up into the sky, where it splinters into dozens more arrows that rain down on Somnus and the crystal. Each bolt is sharp enough to pierce flesh or shatter glass. Its aim is to skewer Somnus, but if he warps away again, then at least it should still be able to damage the crystal. ]

[ From the way the malice forms from it's hand, it's clear the blight is preparing another attack. Preparation means scant few seconds in which he can-- and does-- the same. Somnus calls a blade into his hand and thrusts it into the ground, causing an aura of light to erupt around him, and for the briefest of moments, silhouettes of artifacts appear. Just as quickly, they vanish. Now starry, misty light suspends in the air around him, but at this point, the lightblight has already fired its arrow.

If this poison from her world skews the mind towards anger and hate, then it doesn't yet show upon his expression. Against the corrupted, wrath is something he wields well.

The arrows begin their rain.

And two things happen at once. First, a shield forms-- not around him, but around the crystal. Unlike the one before with hexagonal seams, this one's imperfections are smoothed over, thick, but neither solid nor fluid. A right and proper barrier; so long as the king stands, so does the wall. It seems he's assured it will hold against all the projectiles, because the second thing he does is charge at the blight itself, warping through the downpour of arrows to directly engage it in combat. ]

[It hurts.

Unlike any pain Sheik's ever felt before, it hurts, his eyes watering as this festering hatred fermented for millennia sears his flesh-- but pain can be endured, and fortunately, enduring happens to be one of his specialties. Images from his vision of the Princess' Champion's arm being consumed by vile darkness flicker across his mind's eye, and as he hisses through clenched teeth, he lifts his leg and stomps on the Blight's shoulder where it lays dazed on the ground. He expects to find some satisfaction in returning a modicum of his pain, but instead he realizes what's beneath it.

He's being drained.

It knows what he is.

That fact should strike fear in the heart of the girl who fled the castle that day. That is, after all, the one thing she absolutely had to avoid at all costs ever since that triangle appeared on the back of her hand. Terror should crash over her like a wave, urging her to run from this place as fast as she can, for the sake of the name she sacrificed upon the altar of survival all those years ago. It should, but it doesn't.

Because that name doesn't just belong to her.]

... You haven't changed at all.

[Zelda's ancestor sneers at the creature wearing her face as she lifts her free hand, golden light coalescing around her palm. The knife was useless, so it was discarded, and so there's no reason not to do the same for the disguise that no longer serves its purpose. Not when there's something so much more important on the line. The radiance dancing between her fingers shimmers and stretches, brightening with her desperate desire to protect the girl - her family - trapped in that crystal--]

But I am never letting you take anything else from me!

[--and, with the Arrow of Light in hand, she tears at the Malice clinging to her so hungrily, before kicking the Blight away with disgust.]

[ Being stomped on the shoulder gets a grunt and a wince out of the Blight, but not much more than that. Even the parts of its flesh that aren't black are still tough as hide.

But when Sheik uses the Arrow of Light to cut the leeching Malice from his arm, the Blight lets out an inhuman howl of pain, as though it is the one that has just been cut. The Malice shrivels up with a high pitched hiss and vanishes into smoke before it even hits the ground.

The Blight stumbles back to its feet, its chest heaving. Tiny lines of golden light splinter outward across its two black hands, originating from the places where its Malice touched Sheik. Even though the Malice had been detached, its host still suffers its stinging wound.

But a little pain isn't enough to stop a monster—just enrage it, really. Puppetblight shrieks in anger, baring sharp teeth. The red magic of its master flares in the Blight's hands, curving fingers into daggers.

Once more, the monster lunges at its target, prepared to sink its claws into Sheik's chest. ]

[ If the Blight were capable of being frustrated, it probably would be at this point, as its attack is once again blocked by another barrier. The white hot arrows rain down uselessly against the shield, bouncing off of it like a sudden barrage of hail.

But the Blight doesn't even have the chance to see its attack fail. It barely has the chance to do anything more than raise its arms in defense before Somnus is on top of it. Rather than protect its face, the Blight shields the eye on its shoulder while also trying to angle said shoulder away from his blade.

At the same time, the puddles of Malice beneath the Blight's feet shoot upward and try to grab at Somnus's limbs. The king is much faster than the Blight can keep up with, so it's trying its damnedest to slow him down in any way. ]

[closed] i want to slay my demons

MIRRORBLIGHT: for timesensitive

EARTHBLIGHT: for oathkeeper

SHIELDBLIGHT: for stillarhino

PUPPETBLIGHT - for sagesurvivor

DRAGONBLIGHT - for lonelysmiles

LIGHTBLIGHT - for luciing

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