>>5954088>>5954200>>5955063"I should warn you not to use that spell so carelessly, not only it is deadly for your targets, but to yourself." You calmly proclaim to the young magician, yet she remained uncompliant.
"I have already fired my warning shot! The next one will be through your skull!" Sonia growls as you sigh, knowing that at least an attempt was made in resolving things by yourself.
"Leave this to me, Vlad! I don't want to hurt Sonia, but the training I've done in Skellig should be more than enough to prevent any harm that comes our way."
"For now, the both of you should focus on reaching Griffith." Danaan reassures you that she is powerful enough to protect your colleagues.
"I thought I've made myself clear! If you want to face the leader of the Falcons, you will have to clear the way! Be it through the front gates or claiming back this astral branch, none of us will be satisfied until blood is shed through our weapons!"
"I pardon the offense, child. Yet your blood is of so minuscule importance, that I am afraid we might have to let you die by smaller hands." Gaiseric uses his astral sword to grab both you and Guts along with him, jumping into a portal and passing through Sonia's main line of defense, while the dumbfounded troop leader was left wondering how out of her league she truly was.
Nevertheless, Schierke and Isidro were certain that they could handle it, so it's best to scale their fights with their opponents instead of placing them right in the eye of the storm. Should you reach the God Hand dimension, they better be as far as possible away from you...
Unsurprisingly, The Skull Knight managed to drop you a few steps away from the falcon of darkness himself, prompting the three of you to draw your weapons at the calm, white haired man patiently sitting at his throne, watching his men fight from afar.
"You seem to have arrived much earlier than expected. I suppose I should--" Not one more word is said before Guts soon jumps at the opportunity to aim his crossbow at the dark lord's head, repeatedly firing off his darts as they were expectedly deflected by Griffith.
"Spare me your babbling! You know what we are here for! You might not feel anything thanks to this new form of yours, but when I'm through with you, the last thing you'll feel will be absolute terror!" Guts keeps his fake confidence up, as if his attack had not failed spectacularly.
>Give up, Griffith. The Blood Moon is nearly upon us. Surrender and this will be much easier.>You will not become a god, Femto. Your illusions of grandeur shall end tonight!>Lucio. Can you hear us? Your father is here to save you.>Charge at the dark lord.>Fire a soul arrow at Griffith>Write-in. 