Spyke would ride the spikes used to finish this battle into the air. His numbed body barely able to react to the attack. Spyke felt the pain of the sharp pieces of earth enter into his body in various locales and do the damage that would cause Spyke's demise. The fighter incapable of moving had been impaled by Saphen's attack and Spyke had assumed that this would be the end of it.
Surprisingly to Spyke he felt mass amounts of pain not the darkness swooping in to take him. He opened his eyes to find that his right thigh and bicep had been effectively skewered. Otherwise he felt massive blunt trauma all over his body. Due to the shock of the bolt Spyke was having a hard tme feeling his injuries but he felt something wet running down his face and knew he had a deep wound on the left side of his face. What little power that the armor gathered for defense focused on his unarmored head and avoided a death blow but didn't spare him much more than that. His vision in his left eye was hazy at best. Focusing was difficult but somehow he managed to make a wall of shadows that lifted Spyke off of that which had impaled him. Floating there on the shadow he rose to his knees as black ice filled the gaping holes in his right side. He looked to Saphen and shook his head in disbelief.
"Your good....your very good."
With that Spyke unsteadily rose to his feet. Using the armor with his limbs as they were would damage them more. His options were to battle with the elements now or risk destroying himself physically. Spyke moved himself via the shadow to a place where he could stand safely and his eyes flashed as the ice spikes picked up off the ground and re-aimed at Saphen's current position. The number totaling 13 or so all about four inches thick and three feet long. Spyke stood there panting waiting for the numbness to run its course and for his body to scream in torment and anguish. In the meantime he'd plan for one last attack and that would either be the coup de etat or it would be Spyke's final move.
Store:65 (+20)(-10x3)
Dralve Gauntlet R:100 (+20)
Dralve Gauntlet L:100 (+20
Rentreal Armor:0 (+16)(-16)
Poleras Greave R:100 (+30)
Poleras Greave L:100 (+30)
Scythe: Glowing Runes (x3)
Surprisingly to Spyke he felt mass amounts of pain not the darkness swooping in to take him. He opened his eyes to find that his right thigh and bicep had been effectively skewered. Otherwise he felt massive blunt trauma all over his body. Due to the shock of the bolt Spyke was having a hard tme feeling his injuries but he felt something wet running down his face and knew he had a deep wound on the left side of his face. What little power that the armor gathered for defense focused on his unarmored head and avoided a death blow but didn't spare him much more than that. His vision in his left eye was hazy at best. Focusing was difficult but somehow he managed to make a wall of shadows that lifted Spyke off of that which had impaled him. Floating there on the shadow he rose to his knees as black ice filled the gaping holes in his right side. He looked to Saphen and shook his head in disbelief.
"Your good....your very good."
With that Spyke unsteadily rose to his feet. Using the armor with his limbs as they were would damage them more. His options were to battle with the elements now or risk destroying himself physically. Spyke moved himself via the shadow to a place where he could stand safely and his eyes flashed as the ice spikes picked up off the ground and re-aimed at Saphen's current position. The number totaling 13 or so all about four inches thick and three feet long. Spyke stood there panting waiting for the numbness to run its course and for his body to scream in torment and anguish. In the meantime he'd plan for one last attack and that would either be the coup de etat or it would be Spyke's final move.
Store:65 (+20)(-10x3)
Dralve Gauntlet R:100 (+20)
Dralve Gauntlet L:100 (+20
Rentreal Armor:0 (+16)(-16)
Poleras Greave R:100 (+30)
Poleras Greave L:100 (+30)
Scythe: Glowing Runes (x3)