'spontaneously inspired let's ram out a post' 'posted one month ago' hahhahahahahahahahhahahahahahahok bitch. let's fucking do this. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------- The voice resounded a hundredfold, a call of recognition, of family in pain, and- A roaring warcry in a foreign tongue. [colour=LavenderBlush][b]"DIAPHANE!"[/b][/colour] Whisper's fluid streams coalesced further into solidity. Four slender beams were cast off from her body behind a bladed wedge of a head, and, as one, cracked and snapped into multi-jointed arms. Behind, her tails fused one by one into the segments of her new body, maned and many-eyed, until they finally twisted into her tail-fin. Lord Feldspar had seen the light of her voice, and raised a massive palm to intercept her, without even turning from Wander's burning scythes. Undodging, Whisper's long arms whipped forwards faster than even her body was moving, seizing the hand by the folds and guiding her skullhelm into the stone like a battering ram into wood. Light cut into the rock faster than any steel in a flash of granite shrapnel that burned in too-pale eldritch shades. Feldspar jolted as her arm jarred into her, and did not stagger. New stone spiralled around her broken wrist. [color=sandybrown]"The creature called Wander would abandon our duel at the first sight of loss,"[/color] said the high Djinn, musing, unperturbed. [color=sandybrown]"Disappointing."[/color] A twist of her hand and the ground below exploded. A thousand axehead-obelisks levitated from the ground below. Then they shot upwards. Whisper's grip on the giant was not relinquished and she bolted forwards, each handhold chewing into earth's bone. [colour=Honeydew][i]"Wander!"[/i][/colour] Feldspar's arm fell, rapidly exposing her back to the converging weapons, and she was forced to turn and face them head-first, shattering through the fastest and closest boulder with a leap like cannon's shot. Unfazed by simple tricks, Feldspar's weapons reversed direction instantly, but now Whisper controlled their chase and Wander demanded blood. The knot of blades and armour wove a close spiral around Feldspar's far hand, spinning counter-wise as she moved, each thorn hacking deep. Wander left an unbroken trail of open wounds as she moved from wrist to elbow to shoulder and crossed the Stonelord's chest from end to end. Feldspar defied pain. Closing her eyes of golden pyrite, she shed the damaged arm, mocking Wander's efforts. It cracked and reformed into a jagged ball, fragments hovering between her and the fresh weapon like chain links. The flail slashed out and downwards in a wide arc, catching Wander by her sword as she fled, and tossed her away, spinning. Whisper still could not throw off the axeheads. She had accumulated enough distance only to turn and force them to follow her in a straight line as she swooped towards Feldspar's head, caught it by the sides and ripped at it as she threw herself around as a pebble flies from the sling. The stones, following, scattered upwards and out, refusing to touch their master. [color=sandybrown]"Juvenile,"[/color] commented Feldspar, bringing the flail back up as it met the lower peak of its arc and continued behind her to where the abomination had fled. Whisper had not been blind to Wander's half of the combat, and when the granite maul came, did not run. Again, she met stone with the hammer of her skull, and was sent reeling as it cracked, diving downwards as shining liquid streamed from her face. The maul halted its path as promptly as the stones had, and turned like a living thing to pursue the trail of blood- -Which led it past the point where it could bring its swing's momentum forwards again to where Wander was moving. Her sword pierced Feldspar's chest but did not impale, for Wander's whip had snared her damaged wrist and yanked the faceless monster down to where her sister was pursued, pulling the stab wound into a wide, deep exit gash. [colour=aliceblue]"Whisper!"[/colour] The sisters passed and Wander collided with the maul from one side, tossing it sharply downwards as two bladed clumps of war-fury met. Free of pursuit, Whisper's desperate escape became the offensive it was meant to be. She hit the ground with two limps and used it for a springboard, swinging forwards as the Lord Feldspar anticipated her and raised her remaining hand to meet the savage light. Her palm injured, the still-flying obelisks formed her shield, and more rose from the ground Whisper touched, once again pursuing from behind, forcing her to execute the manoeuvre and be crushed between the two. But Whisper's body was not static and her wounds so far numbered one. She collided as liquid and the impact morphed her, becoming a studded ball of mismatched plates that sat and cracked as stone after stone pummelled her and Wander rose from the ground. Still leading the granite maul, the bladed sister did not collide with Fledspar, but her whip was still tight around the Stonelord's wrist, and it cut without mercy as she flew. The stone morningstar pursued her helplessly as she amputated Feldspar's remaining hand in a single, easy loop of flight. It fell away into more airborne shards. Whisper liquefied as best she could and streamed down, trailing hefty chunks of her own body, still painfully kicking. Freed though she was, only a handful of jagged obelisks pursued her. The rest fled. For they were pursuing Wander, and there was not a living thing on the face of this broken earth that did not recognised the Sorority's greatest warrior. Her whip stretched to full length as it swung away from Feldspar's stump and forwards, exchanging hand for neck. The stonelord's ruined arm blocked the whip before it could begin its lethal swing, though it cut deep into her stone. Her pyrite eyes shone as the jagged boulders pursued Wander, daring her not to back away from Feldspar's face, but open her iron skull and be crushed in turn. Wander didn't even try. She had already let go of Feldspar's neck and was instead leaping for the maul, the clustered stones that leapt to end Whisper where she lay. That she hit, and cut, and forced down as the granite maelstrom hit her and shattered the weapon on which she stood. Between the collision of rock and her own shrieks, the sound was cataclysmic. In that hurricane of earth and Diaphane blood, Feldspar's last weapons were locked. For one, final, fatal moment, she was disarmed. [colour=Ivory][b]"Whisper!"[/b][/colour] Feldspar could only focus her eyes on the quiet Sister that came for her, and stare in cool defiance as a single eye opened on a rush of bleached colour and the burning fluid entered her by the wound on her chest. The Stonelord fell to one knee. Her stump hit her torso and she tried to crush the eldritch creature with the weight of her body, but too much of her had been lost. She ignited, trailing great shafts of light as she finally fell. Whisper consumed what she could manage in a second's time and erupted from Feldspar's back, combat form restored, albeit still bleeding heavily. 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