Draug bared his teeth, grinding them with frustration. He knew that Jensen was immortal, that some force makes him come back the next day no matter what damage he took, but this was too fast. The Ixian propped back up almost immediately, it was as if the he was replaced with a body double right before the killing blow, and then switched back again after. He threw what remained of his back-arms in front of the daggers to absorb the hit, feeling the blades pierce completely through the flesh and emerge bloodily from the other side. The Abomination grunted and pulled an enchanted kunai out of the bicep of one of his main arms, using it to reach back and lop off the now useless extra arms.
Mother... my information was wrong. This one is far more troublesome than I anticipated. And that hammer...
He was sure that his strength still surpassed the immortal's, but the amount of effort that went into deflecting the maul was intense. He had heard of the weapon, of how it enhanced the strength of its wielder, but he never imagined that it could make Jensen almost equal to the Cult's Champion. If he took one clean hit from that hammer, his entire head would pop off like a grape. He stepped back and roared, a smile crossing his lips and a fire burning in his eyes. He was getting caught up in the moment, in the thrill of the fight. In the entire Lornius Corporate Championship his opponents were too weak. They would run from him, use tricks, summons, and always Draug found himself unable to finish the job. Jensen was different. He could take what Draug dished out. He could kill the Abomination.
Jensen charged him while cackling, preparing the maul for a strong swing into Draug's side. The Abomination dropped the kunai down his throat to re-assimilate it, and then pulled out another steel sword, readying it to meet the tip of the hammer. He gripped the blade with both hands and swung hard, the muscles in his arms crying out in agony from the attack. The maul met the blade head on and completely shattered it, and the only thing the attack accomplished was slowing down the hammer long enough for Draug to dodge away from the attack, jumping to his side and rolling on his shoulder. He landed on his feet and stood back up, looking down at what was left of his sword. I'm on the defensive?
It was then that he saw the creature known as Misery picking apart his competition one by one, disappearing just as quickly as it came. He knew what it was by its descriptions, but what was it doing in the arena? It could not be a competitor... Was Memnar right about this tournament being a trap after all? If the creature got its tendrils on him, he could easily be transported deep into an Ixian cage. He did not have time to think about it however, as the maniacal Jensen was already upon him. The plant monster did give him an idea.
Dropping the broken sword, Cassandra's son extended his right arm, feeling it transmute into a softer form and growing several feet in length, its shape more resembling a whip made of flesh. Its tip was still as hard as iron, but its purpose was not to match the maul. Draug threw his whip-like arm at Jensen's feet, hoping to wrap around it and entangle the immortal. Jensen noticed this move and jumped back, hopping backwards on the ground until he was a safe distance away from this new threat. The maul was lowered and touched the ground, eating into it like the dirt was made of water. Observing this reaction, he turned his other arm into a tentacle as well, holding them up and oscillating them to create momentum.
He may be able to revive repeatedly now... but even so, all I need to do is constrict his movements after his next death.
He could pull out his muscle fibers and tie the immortal up. That would eliminate him as a threat, but how would he even kill him again? He glared at the maul, and conjured a plan.
"Even immortals have to die someday," Draug quipped. He still did not have access to the memories he needed. He needed to get back to Memnar's laboratory to get a clearer image. The bits and pieces he acquired were confusing and surreal. Stephanie's presence was a constant, invading every attempt to access a deeper memory. It was like Stephanie was interfering with his very essence, the mere concept of her throwing Draug off. Who was she, anyway?
He threw his arms forward, having them fly at the immortal after winding them up for speed. If he made Jensen immobile for even a moment, the full bulk of his strength would come crashing down upon the immortal, rending him asunder.
"Don't worry, after I rip you apart I'll make sure everyone you know can go ahead and live through you!"