Kaslana Oath

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You hesitated.

Time had no notion, he had frozen in the very place he had been stabbed. Blood continued to run and drip upon the cross relic, Might of An-Utu lost all colour before he delivered the final blow and finished the battle. All because he had hesitated. More and more, the pain flared through his body, the adrenaline reaching the limits of its use and he couldn't find the strength to stand.

He took a knee, taking hold of the lance still piercing his stomach. The corners of Soleil's vision faded between reality and unconscious, slipping between staying awake and sleep.

He had to stay awake, especially with his blood loss.

The shrill of the void had him take the Divine Key in his hand once more and lash out, deflecting one spear that had launched at him. Gritting his teeth, he quickly gripped the lance with all of his might and with a scream of exertion, the weapon's spike crumbled in his fist, still engorged upon his internal organs.

The Herrscher. Sirin. Descended from her high perch and strolled to the grievous Knight. Shallow breaths withdrawing whatever amount of oxygen his lungs could hold. It took everything to just stand even as he swayed in place, eyes unable to focus upon the approaching enemy.

You must fight.

Easy for a disembodied voice to say. Kiana was possessed, he couldn't bring it in himself to kill his sister, no matter the reason.

Do you forget your oath?

Never.

Soleil took a step back.

Sirin stepped up.

Her leg came in a sweep and crunched the Knight's ribs, already feeling the several amount of fractures in his body. Holding his ground, he clutched upon the limb striking his torso before he tried to swing her away.

Blood riddled the Hyperion's flightdeck, muscle tissue and bones shattered from another lance firing from above and pinning the Knight's leg against the metal.

His grip faltered and the Kaslana was sent clean off his feet with a highkick to the chin from the Herrscher, rolling upon contact to the ground.

Scarlet ichor splattered across the ground and armour, drenching the coat and cape with its dye. As the Knight raised to a knee once more, he was impaled again only in his left shoulder.
He coiled upon the ground, writhing from the torment as he was filled with spikes like a pincushion.

Sirin took a heeled boot and clamped down on the wound, digging into the flesh with the point of her heel.

"Why isn't this just hysterical. The mighty falls before the queen through a simple deception. Such a flounderous man is unbecoming, making you even lower than that of the insects of this deplorable world."

Soleil's wailing echoed throughout, the pained screaming of a man that was once the most powerful in the world brought down in an instant.

It truly is disappointing. Had you not faltered, this battle would have been yours, Descendent.

The lecturing of the voice had not helped. But something within his core stirred, an ancient dwelling of power that he couldn't manifest before.

At least, not consciously harnessed like previously.

Violent gales hurled Sirin away from her posturing, tumbling away whilst Soleil stabbed the unleashed zweihander into the Hyperion to hoist himself to his feet. The Knight chanced a glance down at his chest and amongst the blood and torn armour, the blank gemstone embedded within the breastplate, had a soft green light flickering from within.