theo. (escutcheon) wrote in emillion, |
Everything in her screamed, it burned and twisted, and warped. Like water through wood if allowed to sit. Nothing felt right, and the only way to fix it was to fix all of the wrongs in the world, and that could only be done by allowing the earth to swallow whole and start again. Though, there was a twinge, a thorn in her side, a feeling of something else there… It was so familiar, yet so far away, it almost felt as if…. No, but he was dead. He had to be dead, the fire five years ago had destroyed Bahamut, his body, and his soul. The former Riskbreaker of the Fighter’s Guild could not be upon this battlefield tonight, yet something of his presence remained, taunting her, haunting her. A shriek broke through the air as she whipped around, trying to find where he was. If he had been alive, why had he stayed away for so long? Why hadn’t he come to her? Why hadn’t he… Then there he was, walking towards her with sword in hand, and….. It was him, now she could, they could….. And the illusion faded away to reveal some pathetic, bloodied - if his blood or someone else’s she cared not - imposter. For his transgressions, there was only one punishment that would suit. “NOW YOU DIE!” Vivian screamed, a hand stretched out in the direction of Theo a spell forming at her finger tips. Theo charged forward, his greatsword swung back as if to exact a blow of punishing force on the Sage gone off the brink. He had been witness to this scene enough in the past months to understand what was happening, more so than many of the others scattering the battlefield (for he too bore a similar weight). The monster that was summoned to wreak havoc on the city, the madness that had taken over her; he could not see her glyph, but there was no mistaking it. A moment of hesitation had appeared on Vivian’s face by the sudden force of his presence (or so it seemed to him, understanding not why she looked at him in such a way), and Theo had attempted to exploit it--quickly, before any others needed to die. “Yield,” he yelled back, his voice wrung with a berserker’s fury. “This ends now!” He felt the powerful magics at the Sage’s disposal begin to surge in the air and swung forward his sword with a jolt of anger and desperation. |