final trial

[arsholes]

[After a harrowing couple of hours, some illuminating discoveries, a couple of new allies, and a couple of new injuries, eventually Garfield's warning comes to mind. Shit's popping off. And now that you've got all of the ritual components (minus the hammer which, well, you have its owner), it might be time to return to the trial room and see if you can do something about it.

Reconvene in the Great Hall and make your way upstairs.]

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[replacementshield]

[ Felix is already back in action despite the whole circus being brought here! It'll take more than that to put a stop to him.

So once the artifact is taken care of, the Duke rushes into the fray once more, though the target is slightly different this time, his aim being to try to see to work on weakening further the two main troubling aspects of Death—his hands. But there is a way to get at them without being forced to target them directly.

The swordsman leaps from what platforms are close by, and ... ]

Hah! 'Stop fucking around?'

[ ...aims to run up the arm before slashing at the shoulder with a series of quick movements in an attempt to cut into deeply/or use shockwaves to hit towards that shoulder-chest area. Whatever is more feasible. There is also a bright flashing light of a certain symbol no one here has ever seen before, enhancing the strength behind whatever blow may land with a weapon by a good number, for certain! ]

Don't make me laugh. It's already too late for you!

[unfinishedwork]

[Death swings his scythe at Felix as Felix begins jumping from platform to platform, but misses, only giving an even bigger opening for Felix to run up and get to his shoulder.]

Get away from me, you god-damned gnat!

[The Sword of the Mystic, leaving behind it a glowing trail as Felix ignites that symbol, finds purchase in Death's collarbone, and with a loud, profound crack, the clavicle shatters. Death screams in pain, clutching his shoulder with his free hand.]

I'm going to eat your soul, shit it out, and use it to smother your fucking boyfriends to death!

[replacementshield]

[ What a revolting mouth this creature has. ]

Disgusting. Like hell I'm going to let you do that!

[ Oh, Death. You think that it's bad now?

Given that the creature has brought his hand so close by and well within range, Felix doesn't waste a single second in raising the shimmering blade before swinging it forth.

And once again, the Crest of Fraldarius appears again, with each swing, this time angled downwards, the target being the hand. He doesn't hold back, aiming to damage that as much as can. ]

[unfinishedwork]

You pestilent little shit! Who are you to stop me?

[At the same time that Felix lunges forward and swings his blade again, Death lifts his hand and swings it to try and swat him out of the air.

Both make impact at the same time, and Death's metatarsals crack under the force of the impact. He gives a yell as he continues to follow through, sending Felix flying off into the storm.]

[replacementshield]

[ Absolutely worth it.

He'd do it again. But, uh. That's not going to happen when he gets swatted still despite his attack definitely connecting.

Felix is not anymore excited about being tossed like a sack of potatoes, though this time he is not so caught off guard that he doesn't attempt to right himself, but ... being sent so high upwards is kind of a bit of an obvious problem. ]

[arsholes]

[...Until suddenly it isn't. With a flash of familiar purple magic, Felix finds himself abruptly warped back to terra firma.]

[replacementshield]

[ ...Well then. He thinks he knows who is responsible for that.

Never thought he'd see the day, though! ]