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  1. #11
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    Raging flames filled the room by the time I rolled back to my feet. The flames lapped hungrily at my charred flesh but it made little difference against the molten heat that pulsed inside me. I was somewhat surprised at how quickly the fire had spread. In less than half a minute the entire storage room had transformed from dusty repository to savage inferno. And given what I’d thus far seen from the other rooms secreted around the Finger of God, the fire would soon be spreading rapidly up the length of the monolithic structure.

    This could be a good thing, I thought as I strode out of the fire and into the corridor. It was apparent that the assassin had fled after I’d been knocked back into the fire. She might have thought that the fire would finish me off, but given my appearance and the abilities I’d demonstrated so far, it was more likely that she was just looking to find a new hiding spot that she could use to ambush me.

    I glanced back at the fire that was already creeping from the room. Hiding would be a risky gamble at this point, though if the assassin went high enough fast enough she might outrace the flames for a time. The monks had built this arena impossibly tall and there was an almost endless parade of floors above them. But even if there was a top floor, the spreading fire would likely collapse the entire structure before either the assassin or I found it. Even if my demonic physique let me ignore the raging fire, there was nothing I could do to survive being trapped in a collapsing tower. But that wasn’t the only threat looming over my head.

    Numbness had spread across half of my back from the point where the assassin’s blade had struck me. I clawed at the dead spot on my shoulder as I jogged up the stairs to the next level. My bone claws cut deep enough to draw steaming blood and the flesh that healed back together felt fresh, but those lines quickly re-succumbed to the growing infection. I supposed that I could always hack my arm off at the shoulder to get rid of the slow-spreading disease, but I wasn’t keen to go down that path. It would be better to simply follow my opponent into the spiraling darkness above me.

    I was on guard now and despite my hurriedness I vowed that I wouldn’t let the assassin surprise me again.
    "I have looked upon all that the universe has to hold of horror, and even the skies of spring and the flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me." - Call of Cthulhu

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    "Don't want to die?"

    His old words echoed around her troubled mind. In the coolness of an above hallway, the young woman closed her eyes. She had met that man before, in another Citadel battle. . . Her first Citadel battle.

    As dust particles floated in the eerie silence, she had her back against the wall, huddled on the floor. She felt like a child again, that child again. How could those horrific monks do this to her? Ayleth was running from the past that was Ashla Icebreaker, and now they tossed her directly into a massive stumbling block.

    She shook from both the pain of the lava that scorched her legs and the tremendous stress of all this. She closed her eyes, preventing herself from crying. She whispered so only the monks initiating this cursed battle could hear.

    "I'm less than pleased with your performance in this."

    How incredibly ironic was it that, she had no way of knowing, this was exactly what he said to them after their first match?

    A single tear fell from her eye. As she held her broken sword in her hands, she hung her head low in the silence. How could they do this to her? How. . . ?

    She bit her lip. The dust and ash coated clothes and armor meshed well with the dull, dead surroundings of the empty as haides hallway. Of course, the debres that hid her now could not hide her forever. Who knew how long it would be until he turned the rubble filled corner. Now though, she worked desperately to rebuild her will to fight. Despite all her efforts to tell herself that now was her chance for payback, now she could finally beat that monster! - . . .

    . . . She only continued to silently shed tears.

    . . .

    . . .

    . . .


    Be strong, Ashla! You can make it! Please do. . .

    "I'm not Ashla."

    Ayleth opened her eyes. Her clouded vision barely made out the image of the broken sword on her lap. The young woman let out a silent growl as she gripped the weapon's hilt. Pulling her second hand to the hilt, she twisted the hand-in-a-half sword's hilt. Pulling it apart, the hidden spiked bar was made visible.

    "Am I?"

    This sword was given to Ashla by a dearly loved one. Why did she still carry it when her husband's very death caused her to put Ashla to sleep and silence? Why did she still feel her pain? The images of that burning clock tower still flashed in her mind.

    No! Ashla cannot come. . .

    - It was too late. There Ashla was, gripping the unique sword like it was all she had. (Probably because it was.) Ashla started this war; now Ashla would finish it. Tears still fell, but her face was cold and bitter. The apprentice who betrayed her, drove her to come to the Citadel, appeared in her mind. What if Ayleth betrayed her?

    What monster did Ashla become?

    The sound of footsteps crushing and crumbling pebbles sounded from the distant left of her. Very quickly, she lifted her hand and wiped her tears against her grubby shirt. She looked over with clearer eyes. The orange shadows and flickers of her enemy's heat brought life to the cold, desolate granite walls. Ashla stood up as the movements swam closer. Walking towards the center of the hall, the Icebreaker spoke in a voice aged with grief, war, and rage. "I'm over here, revenant."

    Ice coated both of her eyes. They were chips of ice, unrefined and capable of killing. Freezing steam rose from her fingers. Did he remember her like she remembered him?

    "Run home, girl," She shouted, "If you wish to leave, the chamber will take you out and hopefully give me a worthier challenge!"

    She stomped her foot, thick ice coated the floor between the two of them. Completely ready to empty her emotions onto him, or die in his wrath again, she called upon her bloodline abilities. As several shards of red ice floated around her, she was oddly ready for whatever fate awaited her. It did not matter if she won or lost this. Somehow, it did not matter to Ashla. For once in a life of disarray, the reawakened Ashla was okay with whatever was to come next. What was one more instance of her world falling apart anyways? One more mental break down?

    It was probably better than this. . .
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    Though the fire was quickly spreading across the floors below me, I quickly outpaced it. I was initially hesitant to simply run past the rooms on the three floors above the inferno, but I pushed myself forward nonetheless. Rationally I knew that the spreading fire below was still just picking up speed and that it would only be a matter of minutes before it spread up to these floors too. If the woman was hiding there in the hopes that I’d stumble across her a second time, then she was likely already fuel for the flames.

    Still, the spreading numbness in my arm was an all too dire reminder of letting an enemy get behind me and I was loathe to repeat the experience. It was only the toughness of my charred hide that saved me from the assassin’s first strike. The assassin had underestimated me once, an easy thing to do when you weren’t expecting to be thrown into combat with a demonic entity masquerading as a human. But if the woman had any measure of skill in her trade then she’d adjust to overcome my defenses. I wasn’t likely to survive a second such encounter. That was why I was so surprised to see the woman simply standing down the corridor, waiting for me out in the open.

    I had barely crested the top stair when I was assaulted by a crazed jumble of words and accusations. To be honest, it was more of a shock to me than the slit of her blade had been across my back. It flew in the face of every mental scenario that I’d prepared myself for, and I was left stumbling to a halt, unsure of just how to proceed.

    The assassin took advantage of my hesitance by using her magic to cover the distance between us in more of her Haida-blasted ice before launching another tirade in my direction. Her words were familiar, but with no context I was simply left confused. I scanned the corridor cautiously, looking for signs of some form of trap, magical or otherwise, that the woman was trying to bait me into. Seeing nothing blatant I craned my head slightly to get a better look into a nearby doorway in case she had something hidden inside. Unfortunately the room’s magical glow lamps weren’t currently active so there was nothing to see inside.

    I shifted my attention back to the assassin and actually paused to take stock of her words. Hysterical fear wasn’t a foreign experience, but there was something else hidden underneath this woman’s raving. There was a hatred beneath the fear and a sense of familiarity that matched. This woman seemed to know me and was holding some sort of grudge. It couldn’t have been for the little exchange we’d had below, could it? Sure I’d broken her blade in our back and forth, but where must have been something more to it than that.

    Words tumbled from the woman’s lips and I got the sense that I was somehow a nightmare made real for her. Had she already had the misfortune to die under my claws in the Citadel before this? It was a possibility. I had spent more than my fair share of time in these chambers over the years and the Citadel had enough regulars that it wasn’t exactly unheard of for the same people to clash more than once. If what she wanted was revenge or for me be shamed in some way then she was doomed to failure. Killing the same person more than once had never been a deterrent to me before.

    She’s already proven that her ice could be a problem for me if I wasn’t careful. Somehow I doubted that she’d be similarly hindered. So dealing with that would be the first thing that I’d have to do. Without acknowledging her rambling, I focused on the power radiating from my molten core. The heat flowed out of me like an unstopped bottle but there were ways to control and redirect that energy. Mentally I pulled the power back into myself and redirected it. The energy seeped into the bone carapace covering both my arms and legs until they were coated in a sheen of liquid fire. The stone hissed where I stood and wisps of smoke curled up around my now-glowing feet.

    I flashed a sinister grin at the woman and stepped forward onto the ice with even measured steps. The magical ice didn’t melt and boil away as normal ice would have when my liquid fire touched it, but it did soften enough that the claws beneath the fire could find purchase. Nimble dodges and agile maneuvers were still out of the question unless I wanted to find myself dumped onto my charred ass, but I could engage in a stand-up fight without too much concern. That is unless the assassin pulled some other magic shenanigans out of her repertoire.

    Prudent fighting skill dictated that I not let her do that. That meant not letting her take the opportunity to put those tricks together. Since I couldn’t hit her fast, I had to hit her hard. Fortunately, that was something I was good at. I walked up to the woman as quickly as the icy floor allowed, grinning that same disquieting grin the entire time. It was my intent to use the burning claws on my poison-numbed arm to strike out at her with all the force that my supernatural strength could muster. I kept my weapon loose in the other hand in case I needed to deflect a return strike from this crazed, unpredictable woman.
    "I have looked upon all that the universe has to hold of horror, and even the skies of spring and the flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me." - Call of Cthulhu

    David vs. Goliath: History's first recorded critical hit.

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