Clothing:ClothTransport:His feetWith:Self Going:In circlesMood:Pissed Thoughts:"Dead son walking.."
The Emperor was to slow, the hit to the head was causing his judgement to be off. He tried to block the slash to his chest but couldn't. [-3 health] It stung as his cloth clothing not meant for battle were slashed and his skin beneath was split open causing blood to begin spilling down his body. He was in to much shock that he didn't notice the second attack going toward his sword arm until it was to late. [-1 health] he felt his elbow crack with the force behind the blow and if it wasn't for his training as a warrior he probably wouldn't be able to still hold his sword. The Emperor grit his teeth as pain screamed though his arm, his first attack went for his sons chest [7] while the second was aimed at his sons knees. The Emperor run passed his son and attempt to cut the ligaments holding his right foot to his calf just behind his heel [6]
HP 19 -3-1 New HP 15 +2 all attacks [higher strength] [5]+2 [4]+2 [3][5]
x Strength: 32 (25 base +7) x Agility: 5 x Endurance: 12 16 [Stat Matching Ability] x Intelligence: 21
Alistair launched a third strike at his father [3] just before he was ran through. The only thing preventing the blade of his father from piercing his heart was that his attack. Placed his lance in a position allowing him to hold of his father. He took a miss step and felt the cold steel of his fathers blade curting into the flesh of his leg. His movement just sparing the ligaments. Not that it meant anything as he continues to bleed. His Next assult he tried to server his fathers arm once more [6] tho the paon in his leg was begining to annoy him.
His window was clossing
Attk: 3,6 Def:4,4 Health 22 minus 3 and 2 Healtg at 17
Clothing:ClothTransport:His feetWith:Self Going:In circlesMood:Pissed Thoughts:"Dead son walking.."
Oh he was going to murder his son! the pain he felt in his chest was starting to make his body tremble and the wound to his elbow was making it hard to keep his sword lifted, he would be lucky if he was able to fight after this! at most he was going to need a healer. He saw his sons first attack and easily blocked it with a rough lift of his sword. The second attack he saw coming as well but he couldn't quite move fast enough to deflect it and the sword was dropped as he felt the tip of the spear enter the bones in his hand, cracking several. The Emperor didn't move for a moment as he looked at his son before he placed his good hand on the wood of the spear and ripped it from his hand before he would ball his hand into a fist and pull back and bashed a single brutish punch into his sons mouth [8] the Emperor would then bring his ruined hand up despite the blood coming from him and wrap his fingers around his sons throat as he would punch him again [5] and he would continue with no regard to his own defense.
HP 15 -1 New HP 14 +2 all attacks [higher strength] [6]+2[3]+2 [6][5]
x Strength: 32 (25 base +7) x Agility: 5 x Endurance: 12 16 [Stat Matching Ability] x Intelligence: 21
The fist is what did it. He could feel his. Bones break. One more hit and he knew. He would die.
He stopped holding back. He sidnt even feel his father. Holding his throat. As he tried hitting his soon again he would be met by hard flesh." you will let go of me lest i forget my place and eat your very soul!!!" sharp bone like fingers attacked the emperor's arm [3] and chest [5]. What was once his son was not that anymore. The white bone and protuding joints gave away. The soul shredder for what it was. Yet its eyes where still the very same eyes of alistairs. Its hair a blinding yellow.
Clothing:ClothTransport:His feetWith:Self Going:In circlesMood:Pissed Thoughts:"Dead son walking.."
The first attack to his arm he was able to hold back by grabbing onto the pointy nails that came at him but the second one he couldn't block with his injured arm as his chest was gouged yet again, the wound already on his chest getting pulled open [-3 health] which only made the Emperor grind his teeth in older to hold back the pain, blood dripping from the hole in his cheek. The Emperor was not thinking any more as his fists continued swinging "Just like your filthy mother!" he punched his son [6] "you never shut up!" he roared in uncontrolled rage as he punched his sons face again [5] the blood pooling beginning to make the ground slipper.
HP 14 -3 New HP 11 +2 all attacks [higher strength] [4]+2[3]+2 [3][2]
x Strength: 32 (25 base +7) x Agility: 5 x Endurance: 12 16 [Stat Matching Ability] x Intelligence: 21
" yes i always was like my mother." his fathers first punch managed to crack some of the bones that was the. Skin of his son.[ 3] he let instinct finally take over and he tried to hit his father with all the strength he could summon from the creature he had become and return a punch to his father own face. " you die today. "
Clothing:ClothTransport:His feetWith:Self Going:In circlesMood:Pissed Thoughts:"Dead son walking.."
The Emperor laughed until he was again hit and he only growled once more "being like a woman is nothing to be proud of boy" he didnt outright attack his son as the hits had managed to make him stumble back and he lost his grip on his sons neck, his nails digging into his skin as he was forced back [3] but he wouldnt give up as he would punch him once more [7] swinging blindly as blood dripped into his eyes.
4, 8 HP 11 - 2 -6 New HP 3 [1]+2[5]+2[2][2]
x Strength: 32 (25 base +7) x Agility: 5 x Endurance: 12 16 [Stat Matching Ability] x Intelligence: 21
That was the final straw. he hated the blood in his veins. he hated what he was about to do. as his father tried to dig into his skin he smiled his father would find purchase.
He focused on his next trick. it would likely be his last. he threw a fist at his father [5] as his fathers punch hit him in his face. Alistair body shifted once more. in the span that it would take one to recognize they were hit his body had morphed. little red and black hairs now covered the six feet long body, a mouth full of teeth sought to bite the hand off [6] the two antennae that lead to chitin covered points and the rest of its tall body shorter still then the emperor know. in the room, there was a babby bloodworm.
Clothing:ClothTransport:His feetWith:Self Going:In circlesMood:Pissed Thoughts:"Dead son walking.."
The Emperor was unable to dodge as the fist went to his face, crunching his nose, blood spurted from his nose and the gash across his forehead, blinding him. He wouldnt see the monster his son had turned into as one he had a hand then the next second it was gone and the room was full of screaming.
This finally got some guards in...where the bloody hell where they? we dont know, but they burst in though the door and froze at the blood worm that was before them. They didnt rush to the Emperor as she screams continued and blood sprayed everywhere from the stump [were talking drifters levels of blood] The Emperor was going nuts, unable to see as he bled out.
He would stagger over to the window but just as he was about to place his foot on the broken glass frame the blood caused him to slip. He didnt see his death coming as a sickening crack came from his head as it hit the window sill, he breathed twice and then went still.
x Strength: 32 (25 base +7) x Agility: 5 x Endurance: 12 16 [Stat Matching Ability] x Intelligence: 21
Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2017 8:02 pm
Alistair Drosselmeyer
The sounds of bones breaking could be heard and the bloodworm let out a blood-curdling scream. its high pitch wine ending only as it seemed to melt into the ground. its' exoskeleton all that was left of it.
" the king is dead." he made a fist. " go tell everyone to send white flags. we do not surrender just yet. we talk of peace."
the guards did not know how to move. they did not know where he had come from. but one look at his clothes told them all they needed to know. he had killed his father. the king is dead. long live the king.
