tw: gore, violence, death
Adoelle had died.
Hux had watched as the skin at her neck had been split and the blood had spilled from her throat and covered her body in a thin red sheet. He thought he'd be glad to see her go... but now he wasn't so sure.
Pollux, however, did not allow a time to mourn.
As soon as chaos erupted, he launched himself across the court- large body crushing into Hux with enough force to break bone. Their roars filled the room, their fists and grapples a blur of movement as giant fought giant.
Hux was at a disadvantage. He was still hurting from the events at the spire and Pollux knew it. He laughed as he reopened old wounds, re-broke bones that had been mended only hours before. He cackled as blood bubbled from his mouth and spilled from his lips; jaw broke and dangling from one of Hux's more powerful hooks.
"Even if you win this battle, it'll never be the same." Pollux said, voice garbled by the unhinged bone and the liquid still pouring down his chin. "I've won the war, brother. Your sister is gone, your beloved little ones hate you." The fetch cackled, eyes alight with amusement. He had Hux pinned beneath him, his greedy fingers wrapped around the living man's throat. "Just give up." He said. "There's nothing for you now. No one for you to return to."
Hux choked and writhed beneath his clone's grip, tearing at the other's wrists with his nails. He wasn't as docile this time as he had been at the spire. His eyes flickered with twin black flames. He felt a hatred so real he could taste it along with the iron of his blood. Shadows edged the corner of his vision, but he fought them. He grabbed one of Pollux's arms with both hands and put in as much force as he could muster. The joint snapped out of place. Pollux shrieked.
The tables were turned.
Hux spit blood. He kept his grip on Pollux's wrist then used his other hand to connect hard with the otherbeing's head. He used the momentum to flip them, cracking Pollux's head into the hard marble below. The fetch groaned, but still he smiled.
Hux brought both fists down onto the fetches face and still he laughed.
"I win, you fool, I win!" He screamed as his face became nothing but bloody pulpy flesh flecked with bone.
His teeth broke, his face flattened. He was unrecognizable, shifting between forms as the life left him. Hux didn't stop. He continued to beat the corpse, long after Pollux had rattled out his last breath. Tears spilled from the corner of his eyes and mingled with his blood and Pollux's.
The battle was won, but the war was lost. Just as the fetch had said.
When the last of his emotions had finally left, he rose from the marble floor; battered, beaten, and bloody. He left Pollux's body there, insignificant and barely recognizable as having ever been anything but a pile of flesh and bone. He left and he didn't look back.
