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The hero (Who Wants To Punch A God)

Characters: Sion Astal/Asruld Roland, Valdis, and those who signed up for Do You Want To Punch A God
Date: November 1st
Location: Sky Sector toward turtle-head and then back.
Situation: Valdis accidentally wakes up the mad god in Sion, and Sion needs help getting his body back
Warnings/Rating: Violence, creepy magic, attempted murder,

Closed to Valdis:

It's the same path that she met him the first time, that Sion is walking again. He doesn't seem likely to end up on the ground this time, so that's a good sign... Right?

Open to Punchers and Punchees
Asruld makes his way back into the city. There's something obviously wrong even at first glance – golden light radiates from his skin, and he's trailed by black smoke. ... Black smoke that looks like blood, even.

Dare anyone approach? He's mumbling about something, and occasionally unstable laughter as well.

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There's a frown now. What? Sion knew the Hero was trying to consume him, that's why he was in pain. He didn't realize it could be seen. Even bringing up the Hero had been a mistake, so he tries for deflection. It almost felt like a migraine was starting, an odd sort of foggy to everything.

"I didn't.. realize things could be seen. Maybe I should have.. taken Froaude more seriously. He did say something about darkness..." It more lies - he does know exactly what it is, and he knows that Froaude couldn't have seen anything...

And he's starting to feel like his body isn't his, his expression slipping toward vacant. Sion's emotions slip further away, and a chaotic mess of madness starts. Whatever that darkness is, it feels angry in a way that suggests it thinks something here has personally wronged it.

"Froaude?" She didn't know who that was, or why Sion was trying to avoid her questions. Then the Void surged, twisting her insides, flooding her mind with one command.

Run.

She didn't know why, didn't understand its sudden hostility, but her fight or flight instinct was overrun and she turned and fled.

Because he's never talked about this with anyone who isn't directly involved, as Lucile is, so he's.. not sure how to go about it. Is it safe?

Sion takes a step backward, hands raising to thump himself in the face a few times. It doesn't help, why can't he think?

So Valdis gets a head start. Asruld takes a moment to put Sion to rest, before he starts after the feeling of a Goddess. It didn't matter that he didn't understand where he was, and why it was different from where it should be.

One of those beings was here, and he would take another out. He would be free, if he did that enough, wouldn't he? Black smoke that also seems to be blood colored trails him.

The Void continued to surge, flooding her body with strength and speed, it offered more, but she refused, knowing that to give it too much was to risk giving into it completely. She had to get it, Sion, the dark god, whatever, out of the city. She ran toward the turtle's head, taking to the rootops and pulling out her radio and quickly dialing Raine.

She barely gets her message out before she misjudges the next leap and slams into the side of a building. She swears loudly, tries to pull herself up and, deciding that it's not worth it, releases the edge and drops to the ground, rolling with the impact. Then she gets to her feet, ignoring the pain in her chest, knowing that it will quickly fade.

She could turn and fight, but the problem with that was that it was very hard to defend yourself when someone was set on killing you, especially if you couldn't kill them back. So she continued to run, feeling the murderous power behind her.

It's good for Asruld that he's following what he thinks is the Goddess, rather than directly via line of sight. He wasn't exactly right behind her - because he didn't figure out that up was an option until he heard the swearing and the power from the same area. (He had, actually, been a little confused as to where the Goddess had gotten. Tricky things, would he have to destroy buildings to chase?)

But no, there she is, and while he isn't exactly running, the smoke trailing him almost looks like swords.

She didn't even glance behind her, knowing exactly where the dark creature moved behind her. Valdis ran through the gate and continued on to the turtle's head, just fast enough to stay out of range, but within sight. It wouldn't do to leave him to roam the city, after all, she didn't even know why it was chasing her.

Once she was a safe distance from the city, she turned, eyes blazing red with the dark energy of the Void.

"What do you want?"

The luring does work. He's single-minded, and well, nothing else feels like a Goddess - nothing else feels like a threat.

So he stops. It isn't really a graceful thing, and those smoke-wisps definitely look like swords, floating a little aimlessly about him in the air.

And when Asruld speaks, its broken by laughter of an uncontrolled, unstable kind.

"To be free... free... You goddesses... filthy goddesses... I kill you... kill you and then... free..." It's hard to make sense of what he's saying, because he's clearly mad, but the point is there.

And also one of those black smoke blades goes flying toward her. Seems he was serious about the killing bit.

Valdis raised a brow, she didn't recall telling anyone other than Solomon Wreath that she had once been worshiped as a goddess, so it was strange that Sion would say such a thing, especially with such...loathing.

Death and Madness. The Void hissed helpfully.

She gritted her teeth as the blade flew toward her, and waited until the last instant to step aside, just enough the the weapon would miss.

"Surely we can talk this through?"

Asruld seems to hear, but he seems to be really confused. Well, his expression doesn't change from the oddly vacant, but that's probably because he's not the proper owner of this body.

"Talking... empty, talking..." He spends a moment laughing before possibly getting control of himself again. "No talking while trapped... trapped me without talking... why talk now? Get back.. fix it..."

The first Sword is on the return now, and a second flies from his side toward the goddess.

She heard the first blade on its return and saw the second blade flying toward her. She flipped over the first blade and under the second, drawing a dagger as she did so, flinging it toward Sion as she landed again. Aimed at his shoulder, if it hit, it wouldn't do any damage that a healer couldn't easily fix, but she had to fight back somehow and something told her that getting close might not be an option. She regretted not bringing her twin pistols with her, they were more useful in long distance combat.

Let me, her darkness hissed, but she ignored it.

Both Swords loop around to their locations next to him easily.

With how vacant his expression is, it's a wonder that Asruld moves out of the way in time. As it is, his cape gains a slice. Finally a good reason for Sion to be wearing so much.

"Sword..." Asruld whispers, and now all but one of the black-blood-smoke blades go flying. Different angles, different trajectories, but all toward that Goddess.

She took a breath, scarlet eyes narrowed as she drew her own blade. The holy sword flashed brightly, and she swung it five times, deflecting each blade as it attempted to strike, moving only when necessary, but continuing to draw him toward the edge of the shell and the drop to the turtle's head.

None of this made any sense, Sion's sudden madness or his random decision to kill her. She took another look at his soul, taking a step back when she saw the shift in it's aura. The darkness was now in control...

Definitely in control. There's not a speck of Sion to be seen, although there's the sense that he's still there, just. Not in any way influencing the actions, so he might as well be elsewhere entirely.

Drawing Asruld forward only sort of works. He mostly isn't moving, staring blankly in her direction, the swords responding to cues that aren't physical. He does take perhaps one step forward for every two she does back, keeping her in his sight.

It's another of those invisible cues that has the Swords spinning back in toward her at that step back. He doesn't care what caused it, it looked like an opening.

She charges, leaping out of the way of a sword, deflecting another, sliding beneath a third, expertly maneuvering around them all and swinging her blade directly at Sion. But she turned aside at the last moment, moving out of the way of one of his swords, hoping that it would strike him instead of her as she moved behind him and around.

Without stopping to see if her sword or his had caused him any damage, she put distance between them once more.

Her ploy works and it doesn't. Asruld didn't manage to put the sword he kept in the way, and protects himself with an arm, and her blade leaves a long cut through his layers of clothing. But the Sword that she tried avoiding by putting him in the way?

That just becomes smoke. The blood that remains on Valdis's blade is a brilliant glowing gold, that matches the glow to Asruld's skin.

And he just.. continues throwing swords her way. The injury doesn't seem to bother him.

This was becoming ridiculous, no matter where she turned there was another shadow sword, moving swiftly toward her, trying to get past her guard. She continued to deflect the blades, moving further and further away from Sion and closer to the edge.

The golden blood on her blade gave an odd sort of glow in contrast to that of it's own glow, but she ignored it for now. How could he not even be slowed by that injury?

She might have been able to keep this up all day, but it seemed that he could as well. She barely deflected a strike at her arm just in time to turn aside a different attack.

It was like when she had been fighting her students a few months ago, she was being backed into a corner, but this time there didn't seem to be any back up and the edge of the shell was getting closer.

The fun effects of not needing your limbs to attack. Also potentially the fun side-effects of having a ridiculously high pain tolerance.

Now he seems a little more aware of the surroundings. He keeps one sword near him, but he does seem to be driving her. Patience isn't really something he knows anymore, and he thinks he sees a way to finally get this goddess.

Patience wasn't her strong suit either, she could end this, she was certain of it, but in order to do so she would have to try to kill Sion and without more information, she wasn't willing to do that.

"Are you certain we can't talk about this?"

She continued ducking and dodging and deflecting, feeling the Void continue to twist around, offering to take care of the problem for her. The tendrils of the Void could probably avoid all the swords and take Sion out with ease, but that would mean taking his soul and she refused to do that.

Asruld doesn't see why the goddess keeps asking that.

On the other hand, he can take it as a sign he's winning. Why would something that devours want to talk unless it was looking for a way out.

So he really only has one thing to say. "Sword."

My turn, hissed the Void.

She allowed it to rise, the black tendrils lifting from her shadow. The light held within her sword faded and the red gem went dark. She'd forgotten that the power of the blade and the Void didn't mix.

The next strike she deflected knocked Revelations from her weakened grip and she swore loudly as the sword clattered away. Valdis ducked beneath the shadow sword, trying to reach her own weapon, the Void withdrawing back into the shadows as the two opposing forces repelled each other.

Maybe he'd been doing this wrong. The small swarm of blades split - well, one goes toward her reaching arm, one to knock the blade further out of reach, and the remaining three spin for her legs and torso.

Goddesses heal, but it would slow one down, wouldn't it?

She withdrew her arm just in time to avoid the blade, swore as her sword skittered further away, flipped out of the way of the two aimed at her legs and turned aside, the last blade grazing her shoulder as she turned.

The pain was excruciating. Her breath caught as her chest seized and her vision blurred. She covered the cut with one hand and staggered back a step as she tried to recover. The edge of the shell was right behind her.

She'll notice that the cut doesn't even seem to be that deep - for a graze, it really feels like a bleeding papercut under her hand.

But recover? He doesn't want that. "Sword." As he directs them again. All for upper torso this time, because he's hurt her and now he's certain he can finish it.

The pain might have brought a lesser being to its knees, but Valdis knew she had to fight through it. The swords came straight at her and she only had one escape, so she turned and jumped off the shell, trying to roll with the impact, but the pain causing her to land awkwardly and then fresh pain shot through her left leg as it broke beneath the impact. She slammed into the ground, gritting her teeth, tears springing to her eyes.

Asruld did sort of stand there a bit confused for a moment. So maybe the plane he was used to didn't.. have all if this nonsense in the way, and he'd forgotten where he was when there was a Goddess to kill in front of him.

But it doesn't last long, and he steps up to the edge of the shell, and sends a sword for the goddesses head.

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