"For after all the winter god,
He was present there,
And he had their hearts
Caught forever in his frozen snare."
Not a far distance away Veridian fell. The spear had almost ripped through the opposite side of his weighty body, after stabbing past muscle, his stomach and shattering the back ribs. Blood seeped out, congealed, and then vapourised as it met the natural fire. Flame-proof fur crept back to allow the meatiness to meet the air. It singed, broiled in the heat of the beast that habited inside of Veridian, a creature who had walked the earth in the beginnings of time.
As he fell, the spear was raised. As he collapsed, Philomel's hooves that thundered like the mountain itself, ceased in their rythym. Time seemed to slow as he lifted his eyes up to the heavens, his heart unsteadily beating as it tried to heal him, then fail as more internal injuries occurred in his body. The skies began to blacken as the heart of the ugly mountain, the thing that had been rumbling and roaring this entire time began to shake. Its summit burst open like a flower in bloom as Philomel couldn't predict the spike.
Enertia, anger and hate filled, she ran straight into it. The very sharpest tip snapped off as it met her rocky formed armour, and those rocks fell to the earth, but Veridian was still in pain. Veridian was still dying, the mountain was screaming out, endless noise was ringing in her ears as she kept going, going, going.
Further and farther. He was not dead yet. He was holding on for dear life, trying to give her the best chance as nature exploded around them, the very crust of their arena began to break up and the world - this made world ...
Energy and furious hate kept her going. Without a second to think, for she would die otherwise in the molten stone, she did as the villain might not expect, and shoved herself, her own body closer to him, letting the spike, now blunted but still thin, to slice an ugly depth through her body. Three and a half feet long it provided the size for her to keep going. With the speed and agility of a faun made in a whorehouse, raised in a whorehouse, reigning in a whorehouse, she let herself be stabbed, and then stabbed the man. She sliced, swept the blade, and then headbutted him as her skin and side were pierced. Mirroring her beloved. The stab would be aimed at his belly, the headbutt at his temples, and it would shatter his skull entirely with the last pieces of magic that Veridian could provide her as life left him.
So little time. It occurred in a matter of moments, but moments was all they needed for them both to be pierced on each other's weapons. Standing there, bleeding and dying, she stared at the dark-eyed man, watching the life ebb away from him as edged away from existence herself. Having pierced herself.
There had been no real other choice. Hatred and vile disgust had driven her insane, and something inside of him ... those last moments, had he delighted in it? What even was his name?
She would never know. As his eyes slid closed, so did hers. And in her mind a tune began to play as they all became corpses, drowning in the lava. She began to murmur. A song from her childhood that her mother used to sing to her, about a girl and her beloved dog on a snowy mountain top, who died from frostbite.
A mountain top like this one, full of ice and full of death.
"Under the peaceful dawnlight,
Treads a maiden fair,
Frozen tears adorn her cheeks
And snow falls in her hair ..."
End of battle. All bunnying in this final few scenes approved.