>>5673047Phaedo’s axe was only a few inches away from your throat, and your knowledge regarding the whereabouts of Diogenes’ research was the only thing keeping your head attached to your body. You could attempt to bluff your way out of this situation by giving the man what he wants, allowing time for that pegasus knight to reach you. But Phaedo’s words ring through your mind, echoing over and over. He was right when he said he’d already killed several of your subordinates. He’d taken their lives in a cowardly attack when you were not present, and their blood was on his hands. Trying to appease this fiend with words didn’t sit well with you. You refused to wait and be saved. Instead, you’d avenge your comrades with your own hands. You could only use this spell once a day, and only the Goddess knew if this was the right time to reveal your trump card. Even still, if it would wipe this scum off the face of Fodlan, so be it.
“Keeping your lips tight, are you? Fine. I can’t say this disappoints me.” Phaedo says.
The moment you see his arm twitch, you spring into action. Forseti is powerful magic of the highest tier. It took weeks upon weeks of studying that worn tome for you to uncover its power. If you wished to call upon its deadly winds now, there was nothing that could stop you. In an instant flash, a powerful gale is summoned that envelops both you and Phaedo. You can no longer hear the clashing of weapons and screams of the battlefield. The entire world has been drowned out by galeforce winds that darken all and threaten to uproot whoever or whatever stands in their way.
“What sorcery is this?!” Phaedo cries out. He slashes at you with his axe, only for the blade to pass harmlessly through you. You’ve become one with the very wind of vengeance that you’ve summoned. You’ve become naked power, giving up form, reason and desire. Your singular goal now is to cleanse the world of the enemy before you and scatter their remains across the far corners of the world.
>Blair: (27 MAG + 20(Forseti) + 5 (Black Tomefaire) + 4(FB+) = 56 – 25 RES = 31 DMGx2>Crit Roll: 4, 53 (Success, Fail)>93 DMG, 31 DMG (Phaedo: 16/140 HP)You awaken on the opposite side of where Phaedo had been standing. The world has returned to normal. The sun is shining, and men are once again fighting and dying. You turn around to find Phaedo, or at least whatever remains of him. Despite missing an arm and having much of his skin flayed off his body, the Agarthan Talon is still alive. His axe has clattered to the ground, and you can hear his teeth chattering even over the sounds of the clashing of nearby armies. If he’s trying to say something, you never find out. Shelley calmly walks up to the immobilized assassin, and with a single cut of her sword, Phaedo’s faceless head falls to the ground, joining the Demonic Beasts he’d summoned.
“Good riddance.”
