Jensen watched the pieces fall into line and kept Draug's attention on himself. What was about to happen involved inherit trust for Talen and Arden to work together with Jensen for the victory he knew he could pull off. The other part of the puzzle came together from the man he did not know. It was his magic that allowed Jensen to reach Draug quickly, and it would be his hand again that would get Jensen the tool he needed. The guy was beaten, bruised, and bloody but he looked to the Maul, saw its power and looked back to the knight. His nod was all the immortal needed to make the play. The final piece was his brotherhood with the Tantalum troupe member. It would involve Arden understanding body language and no words.
When it was time Jensen blindly moved without a thought. Arden and Jensen had shed much blood at the Night of Debauchery, the Cult's attack forging a stronger bond between the hound and the immortal. When Talen's tentacles wrapped around Draug the abomination roared, turning to assess his new threat. The moment came and like lightning he was off.
Jensen laughed, his echoing mirth lost in the cry of the crowd as the knight moved like the wind right. The hound moved forwards, rushing as he slid to the ground, rotating in the dirt kicking up dust with his back to Draug. The immortal ran the length of a wide circle coming back towards Arden and placing his boot between cupped hands. When he pushed up Jensen threw all his power into the wind, launching himself high into the air nearly breaching a third of the distance to the top of barrier. His teeth hummed to be in such proximity, and the crowd gasped. On queue the unknown warrior had launched Crozius in the air and Jensen reached out a hand, grabbing the maul and twirling it to his hands, his laughter turning into a shriek of madness.
"Ashes to ashes," Jensen sang with a demented lyrical tune. "We all," he seethed, his weapon overhead coming down in a two handed blow for the stationary Draug. There was no escape, there was no chance to dodge. This was it, the end. They matched eyes, and Jensen roared with laughter. "Fall..."
The maul landed, and Jensen felt his muscles spike in protest at the sudden stopping of movement. He collided the tip of his Maul with the peak of Draug's skull, and Talen's tentacles released the abomination to back away from the spray of the acidic blood. Jensen cared not, his chest, face and arms sizzling from the poisoned vitae, but Draug's face was crushed in. What was once the poster champion of the Cult of Blessed Torture was now a deformed, stinking wreck.
"Down..." he whispered to the corpse watching it collapse to the ground.
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