Finals: League of Nightmares vs. Chivalry and Savagery

[Abomination]

It was getting hard to see what was happening. Charred cloth and melted rock made the air thick and humid, leaving a thin mist of heat that warped the vision of those still remaining. The ceiling started to crack, the supports of the building itself being engulfed in the growing inferno, raining down bits of stone and dust. Profuse plumes of smoke rose up from the flames, guaranteeing that one way or another this fight was going to end. Sweat poured down Draug's face and his body felt hot, the organs inside twisting and crying as his blood boiled.

The knight stood in his way, a brief reminder of honor and tradition as the flames reflected off his bright form. No matter where the Homunculus looked, there was a piece of armor on Jehan's body. He doubted he could wedge a blade in the slit of the knight's barbute or piece through the rings of the gorget. The destroyed table that he kicked towards them seemed to have no effect, and the diseased blood he was letting loose was of no avail either. If anything, these two were resilient, but Draug felt that they could not match up to him. He was a creature that exemplified the best qualities of each race, indeed he was a new race of his own, more akin to a devil than a man. Unfortunately, even with his strength, there were limits to what a simple steel sword could accomplish. Instead of thinking that he wasn't strong enough, he realized that his approach to fighting armored opponents was wrong until this point. Why was he playing on their terms? He was just copying the fighting styles of his opponents, emulating their penchant for blades and ignoring the advantages that his form provides. He thought that a fighter with four arms was twice as strong due to the capacity for weapons, but he was proven wrong time and time again. His approach had to change, and it started now.

Right before reaching the knight, Draug released his blades. He would allow his opponent to pierce through him just like before, except this time it would have even more force due to the momentum. He was a being whose own life was expendable, who through alchemical sorcery broke the limits of humanoid anatomy. As soon as the knight pierced through him, he would let him feel the force of his recoil, and see just how much the knight enjoyed his own attack. Aware that with the armor Jehan's mobility was likely limited, the Homunculus would use his original arms and upper arms to attempt to grab the knight's forearms, with the lower arms going for the shins. If he was successful, he would attempt to rip the knight apart four ways using both his original strength and the small amount added by assimilating the orc.

All the while, the pain his head would not cease. The thought of his mistake still perverted his thoughts, and he wondered why it mattered to him so much. He wasn't his usual expressionless, emotionless self. Concern, confusion, and regret filled his mind. Today, he was feeling.