[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]
[@VitaVitaAR][@PigeonOfAstora][@ERode][@Raineh Daze]

[i]Easy,[/i] said the mechanical advantage he'd imposed upon the hero of old, proving itself capable of even bridging this gulf in strength, that between one who had reached the pinnacle and one who had just begun to climb the slope. The clanging resounded through the chamber as the sword was wrenched free of Cazt's grip, falling to the earth, opening the path to press in, nullifying half the threat—

[color=goldenrod]"!"[/color]

[i]Too easy, you idiot,[/i] said the sudden force that wrenched the bottom edge of his cuirass [i]up[/i] and [i]forward[/i]— an acceleration so sudden and sharp that it could only ever take him with it. Vertigo flooded his veins, sweeping through his body as he was sent [i]sailing[/i] like a tossed stone. His commitment to the bit, as it were. For all his snap judgements and opportunism bore in the boon of a dropped sword, the inevitable end of his ilk had come— overextension. Capitalization by the enemy. Had he the presence of mind, or perhaps better schooling, he'd have rankled at the blunder.

Gerard, instead, busied himself with trying to right the ship, and realign which direction was which. He craned his neck up, casting his vision afore to his imminent destination—

Time slowed, as he beheld the leonine knight fading from the space he'd just sailed into. Her arms were outstretched, weaponry yet to touch the stone below. She had him. A blessing for her sharp eyes and snap judgements, turning what would have been a head-on collision that threatened to take the both of them out into a mercifully quick reset.

... But, strangely, her gaze was still pinned on the knight.

He felt grips upon his burly frame again, this time around his collar and belt—

[color=goldenrod][i]Oh.[/i][/color]

And when a second rush of sweeping momentum began to pull upon his body, continuing and redirecting the first instead of arresting it,

[color=goldenrod][i]That's why. Alright.[/i][/color]

He understood.

He drew his frame in tight, allowing as little force to bleed off as possible when he was wrenched around, smoothing the rotation—

And soared again, to the sound of shattering glass and cracking lightning. He drew in his breath as he flew, boulder coated in burning pitch, and noted the fresh storm upon the musty air. As though a smelling salt, it sharpened his eyes, brought his muscles to a springing coil. He hurtled.

This time, his gaze was ready, and his body primed to act. Up ahead, he saw the Captain darting in close to the Necromancer, his once-impenetrable shield diamond dust upon the wind. He saw the undead swarming to intercept her path, securing the fiend's escape. And above them, ahead of them, he saw [i]him[/i].

Erich Cazt. Gleaming. Resplendent. Indomitable. Even in death.

An insurmountable wall.

A fortress unto himself.

[i]In their way.[/i]

When you couldn't pass a wall...

Gerard drew Dawn's break back, high, and tight. Over the shoulder, as though an [i]oberhau[/i].

You went [i]through[/i] it.

He wrenched his trunk, with nothing to push off of save his own body. In throwing the arms to lead the motion, he cast away the shield in his opposite hand, sending it sailing towards the massive undead. It'd bounce off him in all likelihood, unless he deigned to swat it away. Didn't matter. It'd cover his vision, occupy him for a moment, free Gerard's other arm to draw every last drop of power out of the strike—

And in its wake, brought the second meteor down onto the revenant myth, this falling star a burning sun.