>>5247334Soundlessly the phantom drops, ki signature disappearing as their phantom body begins dissolving into crimson motes of light. You land lightly on your feet, facing the Abyssal flame-shrouded blade and taking your ready stance with the golden lance. She doesn't say a word, and instead lets go of her blade with her left hand. And to your surprise Abyssal flames sprout out of her hand, the woman drawing it back as if to throw it at you. Bending your knees a bit you ready yourself to leap in any direction to dodge whatever she's about to do, when suddenly you feel a stinging pain in your guts. Looking down, you see a few inches of steel protruding from your gut, wreathed in the crimson glow of a Darkwraith.
“It's done.” the assassin behind you says, planting a foot on your back and jerking the weapon free with a tearing motion that opens the wound in your back wider. You drop limply to the ground as your body simply refuses to respond, flopping face-down to the forest floor as you feel your strength leaving your body.
“Excellent work. Hold her down, while I take back what's mine.” the woman says, her voice sounding far away for some reason. You feel the assassin's boot stomp down on your left forearm, and looking over realize what's about to happen as she steps up, sword held overhead. She's going to take your hand!! And the Dark Hand, but that's a much lesser concern. The sudden panic of realizing that you're about to be disarmed galvanizes you, and focusing your mind quickly murmur the words to the powerful miracle Wrath of the Gods. You speak the old words quickly, making feeble attempts to lift yourself off the ground but that injury messed with your body badly. “This is for stealing what's-!”
“HRRAAAA!!” you roar as you finish the words to the miracle, and with a twitch of your tail jangle the bell it's holding to you like a belt. The woman and assassin both realize what's about to happen, but just as with you earlier they're far too slow to stop it. A wave of unstoppable force blasts out from you, centered on your chime, and blasts the assassin off your back and sends him flying. However, the Darkwraith woman <span class="mu-i">cuts</span> through the shock wave with her black flame-clad blade, and remains standing. It didn't work!?
“Hmph. Nice try, you slave.” she retorts, again raising the weapon overhead to take your arm off. “But you're not getting awaaay!!”
“TRIUMPH!” you call out, summoning your Stand to protect you from her sword's Abyssal flames.
“KIIIIIIIIIIII!” Triumph caws, immediately shielding you beneath it's golden wings as the woman swings.
