Octolys had continued his seemingly months-long journey to the rear wall of the vast prison complex without pause or obstruction when, suddenly, a new development concerning his scout craft caused the eldritch being to freeze in his tracks. Despite its dark matter obscurement veil, the scout had been detected by the surprisingly powerful, and now, it would seem, surprisingly
perceptive, swordswoman. Yet, instead of dispatching the creature-craft as she had the amalgamated monstrosity, the woman simply uttered disdainful sounding words in her strange tongue, before departing.
Although he was loath to send out his last remaining scout craft (Was this single vessel really all that remained of the once-sizable reconnaissance contingent of his once-mighty forces?), Octolys wished to learn more of this woman, who, out of all the combatants he had thus far seen in this prison, was clearly the most formidable by a considerable margin. Thus, with a mighty sweep of a tentacular appendage, the Dark Matter Domiarch sent his final scout craft hurtling through the air to land at a destination carefully chosen for its exemplarily concealment factors. With these augmenting the eldritch craft’s own undetection attributes, Octolys was certain that its observations would not evoke a similar response to that which befell its ill-fated predecessor…
The drone’s hiding spot was well selected. A shadowy space on a shelf above some collector’s edition of some once valuable army starter set. The box had several holes in it from where figures had torn their way out and joined the prison fight. From here, Octolys could see his target.
Like him, Kurosame appeared to be heading for the back wall. Though rather than to hide, it was likely to find more treasure and fight whatever was guarding it. But she did not rush past the scout craft’s hiding spot. Upon arrival at the collector’s box, Kurosame slowed way down. She landed on the shelf with her sword drawn, wearily crossing it. Her hat made it hard to tell what direction she was looking in, but it was clear she didn’t see the scout craft. It seemed that Kurosame’s perceptive abilities had their limits.
Then a pint sized ogre that was half of her hight rushed out of the box to attack her. It roared and flailed its grey, plastic arms. It reached for her, but with a single kick, she sent it flying back into the box. The stealth craft bounced, but the box itself had caved in where the ogre had been kicked to. It deformed the top of the box just enough that the hapless craft went sliding right towards the ogre. Kurosame let out a warcry before thrusting her sword towards the ogre, but it quickly grabbed the craft and batted her sword off to the side before chucking it at her face. A tip of her head was enough to send the craft bouncing off her head, but not without flinging her hat off in the process. Kuro growled and swung her sword, this time racing water along its edge. It wouldn’t be incorrect to say it was like a chainsaw, but it was more correct to call it a pressurized water jet. The flow of water chipped apart the ogre as fast as she could swing, and it was executed in a single blow.
The hatless assassin turned her head to look at the stealth craft. She lifted her hand, and the water scattered by her blade coalesced around the thing to bring it closer to her face. After a brief examination, she made more angry noises before taking off again. This time however, Octolys knew exactly where she was headed, and knew it would not be long before Kuro was upon him.
“By the Tesseract Towers of Ty’Zoth!” Octolys gasped, eyes widening as he watched the results of the second scout craft’s highly unfortuitous discovery unfold through the servitor creature-construct’s own optical nodes. Yet, far worse than simply discovering the luckless scout, the swordswoman he’d sent it to observe now seemed to be heading straight for him! Flight was not an option, even if his pride were to allow it, but even a being as arrogant as Thyerg’Octolys was forced to concede that this woman might just be a foe beyond his current, distressingly diminished, capabilities. Even so, he refused to capitulate without a struggle most mighty, and thus he gathered what was left of his forces and deployed them in combat formation jhornophon, the spacings and angles between each mind-linked minion, be they dark matter warrior, dark matter attack beast, chitinous cannon crawler, or octo-emissary, forming ultra-etheric trans-phasic conduits of hyper-dimensional power.
“Come then, if you dare!” Octolys proclaimed, even as the sides of his eldritch form unfolded to reveal the cruel contours of three hexa-harmonic omni-spectrum hypermatter harpoon projectors.
“Come and be unmade by the maleficent might of Thyerg’Octolys, Domiarch of the 94837568th Negaprism!”Kurosame also said something, likely drawing comparisons between Octolys and some other unsavory creature.
She flung the stealth fighter into Octolys’s troops to break apart their formation before preparing her massive blade. Much like the tiny ogre, water raced around its edge and a fog followed the blade’s path. The assassin howled as she drew near her target.
To Octolys’ continued and ever-heightening appallment, the violent return of his second scout craft was in no way negated by the multi-faceted polymorphic omnidimensional defensive matrix which should have profusely protected his remaining forces. Instead, the most ironic projectile smashed into the precisely placed formation with all the force of an Nth space nega-sphere traveling at superluminal velocities. Far worse was to follow when, after recomposing themselves with commendable rapidity, his dark-matter legion’s subsequent barrage of eldritch biomechanical weaponry failed to materialize in any perceptible way, shape, or form!
“What is this sinisterly sublime sorcery?!” Octolys wondered with increasing alarm. Yet, there was still his cannon crawler, and by some dark matter miracle, its cosmic cross-continua hyper-quantum singularity coil cannon managed to fire its fearsome poly-phasic projectile at the swordswoman with all the reality plenum-shattering power a compressed spring could provide!
Kurosame spun as she approached, not unlike a twister. Her sword cut clean through everything, bisecting all of Octolys’s forces. The dark matter warrior, dark matter attack beast, chitinous cannon crawler, octo-emissary, the hexa-harmonic omni-spectrum hypermatter harpoon projectors, and Octolys himself were bisected in the blink of an eye. But such speed granted by the mask would prove to be her downfall. She had been unable to perceive the relatively slow firing rate of the spring projectile, which finished following its trajectory as soon as Kuro finished her swing. Her hatless head was struck, and popped off of the neck socket. She dropped her sword and attempted to grab her head, but ended up half juggling it before falling off the side of the shelf along with her sword.
“I-Inconceivable!” Octolys cried as his eldritch biomechanical form was split in twain.
“Y-Yet, even if I must greet oblivion, I shall delight in knowing that you shall greet it with me!” the dark matter Domiarch taunted as his two halves plummeted to the floor far below.
However, before either half could strike the ground, a portal, bordered by crackling tendrils of yellowy-green lightning, tore open to completely swallow them up. On the other side of the shelf, an identical hole in reality consumed Kuro’s falling form. An instant later, the twin gateways blinked out of existence, leaving no trace of themselves. As for Kuro and Octolys, neither swordswoman nor domiarch would ever be seen again…
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