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FALL
Aster's body trembled and struggled just to remain half-upright, the blue radiance drifting off the massive sword planted in the ground the only thing keeping her from buckling entirely, she was sure of it. She had been tired before, trudging and trekking down through the tunnels and fighting off the clown, but now...she was beyond exhausted. She wasn't a fighter, or used to this kind of drawn-out and intensive exertion, and it had set her everything to aching, her head to spinning and wheeling crazily. She wasn't sure how she was even still breathing, given how difficult it was and how much it hurt, like sucking in huge lungfulls of powdered glass with every breath.
When Pennywise had fallen, for one single brief moment she had felt relief. Sure that it was finally done and over with, against all odds. Then the Lich had emerged, and more than the monstrous presence of the creature, more than its seemingly unassailable and unstoppable might...it was the fact that they still weren't done that was the most damning blow she was struggling to overcome.
What was even the point of struggling, at this point? If mister big shot, high dark king fuckass of smoldering asshole mountain could just airdrop in a new boss for them to fight after they barely dealt with the last one, what was stopping him from doing it again? And again? And again and again and again and again and...
Rise
Aster bowed her head, resting it wearily against the crossguard of the immense sword of the abbey's hero. Still couldn't explain how she'd even managed to find this thing, or where or when....but it probably would've done better in someone else's hands. Someone who was an actual warrior, capable of actually wielding it properly. No sense letting someone like her hang onto it, and just waste what might be their best shot at this...
Rise
Her eyes drifted slowly closed. No...she was done. She'd done her best already -- hell, more than her best. She'd always thought it was bullshit, the way people kept talking about 'going past your limits'. You could only push yourself so far before those limits formed a very physical and impassible wall, that you couldn't get around. She had been rapidly drawing in on her own limits when they first stepped down into the tunnels beneath the old widow's house, and now...
RISE
She felt something on her shoulder. A firm, reassuring hand, as of someone almost violently shaking her.
Her eyes snapped open, and in her startled state she almost thought she witnessed something, or someone, reflected among the swirling stars and motes of light dancing across the length of the blade. A vague shadow, gleaming and resplendent among the haze of green and blue light, humanoid and towering, as if wrapped in layers of silver and steel. A solid, unflinching presence looming over her. Just as quickly as she thought she saw it, she blinked and it was gone. Flickering pinpoints and motes of silver light streaked through the constellations swirling along the blade, and in her weary, half-delusional state...
...it spoke to her, after a fashion.
A hero is not made by who they are...
With a deep breath, Aster grit her teeth.
A hero is made by what they do.
In spite of every fiber of her being telling her not to do it, and struggling against her, she slowly forced herself upright again. Slowly, still visibly trembling and shaking, she rose up to stand, and hefted the blade from the ground. Shimmering in a haze of exhaustion before her, she could almost see it, like a physical wall hovering in front of her: common sense, normal biology, and her body's physical limits.
She swung the glowing blade in a wide arc sideways, cleaving through the hallucination, and it crumbled away to scattered bits, melting away into the hazy green-blue light radiating off of the moonlight wreathed blade.
Steam and mist drifted from between her clenched teeth as she staggered forward, nearly dragging the massive blade across the ground behind her. With a ragged breath, she dropped to a knee as she crested a mound of amalgamated earth, junk, and mangled body parts. Propping herself up with the sword and her free arm, she scanned the scene before her, doing her best to take everything in and get a picture of how hopeless things actually were.
Her vision had started to go dark, blackness tinging the edges of her sight now, making it hard to keep track of things that weren't directly in front of her. Luckily, though...that was all she needed. Because she could see it now. The newcomer that had decided it would be a good idea to crash their party. The giant skeletal fucker, thinking he was the hottest shit this side of Crossroads. The monster at the end of the book.
The Lich.
"Do you think that what you do here will actually amount to anything, in the end?" the Lich spoke, voice reverberating through the entire cavern with a force that belied the actual volume behind the words. "All your efforts, all your spilt blood and desperate struggles...meaningless. Even if you did defeat me, what then? You have spared one little corner of one insignificant world. Staved off a new seed of decay being from taking root, even as it is planted." The Lich's eyes blazed with sickly green fire, as did its clawed hands.
"Does this guy ever shut up?!" Aster growled as she stepped forward, lifting the sword in shaking hands. The Lich's head snapped in her direction.
"That weapon may have served you well against that miserable clown, but—"
"No, seriously, shut up already!" the wolf snarled, and practically threw herself forward, sword raised high and poised to deliver the mightiest blow she could.
She was snatched out of the air by her face, the Lich's bony fingers closing around her head, and her entire body was engulfed in billowing green flame before she was promptly tossed over his shoulder, like a mere annoyance.
The burning heap that was Aster tumbled over the chamber floor, rolling into the filthy water partially flooding the chamber and slipping out of sight with a steaming, hissing plorp.
"Fool." The Lich spat, almost dismissively, as he turned his attention back to other matters. Trifling as they were, some of the other so-called investigators here were more genuine threats.
Through the gloom and void that had blanketed the chamber, a lone beam of moonlight shone down. Weak and almost pitiful, barely filtering and flickering through the rings of floating garbage and the haze of doom and gloom over the entire cavern, it shone down, alighting on and illuminating a single point. The murky, bloodied water Aster had sunk into.
Within the filthy pool, something stirred. Blue and green light guttered and flickered, as a shadowy shape shifted and pushed up, breaking the surface slowly, almost noiselessly.
Pale green flames still somehow clinging to her fur, still burning in spite of her submersion, Aster struggled up to stand again. Her breathing was desperately ragged, heavy and heaving, and yet almost silent. She couldn't hear anything except a shrill, piercing ringing and the crackling of ethereal flames burning on a level she didn't know existed and could scarcely comprehend. The black tinging the edges of her vision had deepened and worsened, leaving only a scant, narrow red-tinged tunnel with the Lich as the only other thing in her world.
Aster's eyes gleamed bright, piercing red among the green flame, as the sword slowly rose out of the water along with her. The green blade pulsed and flashed, countless stars and constellations streaking and racing across it in dizzying, gleaming trails as the blue light around it, and her, glowed like iridescent flame.
She stepped forward once, up out of the water, and hefted the blade up.
Another step forward, and the blade rose up over her head. Blue radiance lit up the ground around her, shining and gleaming like pure moonlight.
The Lich slowly turned around, the green flames in his eyes sockets narrowing to mere pinpricks of green flame. Aster couldn't tell if it was surprise, confusion, fear, anger or indignation she wasn't actually dead already.
She didn't fucking care, either.
The Lich threw out a clawed hand, billowing sheets of arcane might and sickly green flame sweeping out. Aster lurched forward, heedlessly storming through the wall of fire, the massive sword cleaving through the shimmering and crackling force of semi-solid magic and colliding with the monster's claws in a shower of sparks.
Against all odds, it was the Lich that recoiled, his arm flung wide with shards and splinters of bony claw flying in all directions. With a stomp forward to ground herself, she took one hand off the sword's hilt and with a noise not entirely dissimilar to the piercing hunting howl of an actual wolf, she lunged forward, clawed fingers tearing and digging into the billowing cloak and robes of the Lich, grasping at the bone and fire beneath.
Something burst and snapped, as she scowled and snarled, and with a violent wrenching motion she ripped her arm out one side. A shower of shredded scraps of cloth, splinters and shards of bone, and something black and viscous, all alight with flickering green flame, erupted out to one side of the Lich's body. With a mangled, strangled noise of surprise, the towering beast staggered, slumping toward his injured side.
Aster's striking arm hung useless, broken fingers twitching and jerking, covered in thick black ichor and scorched almost beyond recognition.
The only noise that she actually heard in her ears was a rushing sound, somewhere between roaring wind and rushing blood, as she stepped forward, raising the holy moonlight sword over her head in her remaining hand. She couldn't even hear her own voice at this point, but she turned the Lich's own arrogant demands back at him.
FALL
And the sword of the abbey's hero was suddenly bathed in a brilliant plume of blue light, shining like pure moonlight, briefly banishing the pall of gloom and darkness over the cavern. She brought it down with everything she had left, a massive burst of shadowy light erupted forward, a slicing wave of energy that sparkled and shone with countless swirling stars and astral bodies beyond count.
Using a Focus to do badass things. Push through exhaustion/injuries and deliver a solid fuck you to the Lich.
That's 0/2 Focus left. That's all I got left in the tank, folks!
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