The Executioner vs The God of Blood
It was a rather slow day within Far Fields. A slight warm breeze shifted through the volcanic region, the tall grasses shifting, swaying with the wind. It was quiet, almost too quiet, though one bug didn't seem to mind. Sitting atop a large boulder, journal in hand, a warm cup of coffee in the other, sits none other than Vagrant himself. For him, this day has been rather relaxing, with little to no disturbances, what could possibly ruin such a lovely day?
Stalking through the underbrush, its gears and pistons barely making a sound. A new face to Far Fields creeps silently, a hunter, a machine. It sensed a strange essence, and has been following it for quite a long time now, through the halls of The Citadel, along the Blasted Steppes, through Shellwood, along Greymoor, and now within Far Fields itself. It felt a strange sensation within the essence, as if it was made up of many others. It confused the machine, leading it to follow for such a long time. Now, it was close. It's optical sensors zones in on a strange creature... a creature that, despite having no red on it, and being far larger than its target, matched its description quite closely. Perhaps a relative. Lines of silk snaked out from its fingertips, weaving through the grasses, toward this unassuming foe.
Vagrant himself quite enjoyed the silence, though he knew it wouldn't last long. Peace rarely does. He picked up on... something... nearby. He closed his journal, drank the last of his coffee, and stretched. It seems his quiet was about to be interrupted. Resting a hand on the hilt of his sabre, he glanced around. "Hmm. Whoever's out there, reveal yourself. I'd rather not burn down the greenery of this place." His voice rings out, echoing across the various rocks. He prepares for what is about to come.
The lines of silk strike, wrapping around one of the dragonfly's legs. Throwing itself out of the underbrush, The Executioner swiftly summons a series of constructs, spines of hardened silk, each inscribed with the mask of Vagrant himself.
It shoots them forth, darting through the air at an insane speed. Vagrant drew his sabre, sliced the silk at his feet near immediately, spread his wings, and launched upward. The silk spines curved mid-air, following after him swiftly. Turning around, he sends a crescent of pale flames downward with a swipe of his blade. Two of the spines burn away, withering into nothingness. He blocks a third, sending it spiralling into the ground beneath him, but a fourth weaves past his defences, embedding itself deep into his shoulder, causing Vagrant to let out a pained cry.
His natural defences should have stopped that blade... but it didn't. Golden blood spilled from the wound. The Executioner would not give him a moment to breathe, however, leaping high in the air, grabbing Vagrant by his mask, forcing him to fall with it, creating a construct of hardened silk, still labelled with the image of Vagrant's mask, and forcing the back of his head onto the spine, piercing the mask entirely. Vagrant's body goes limp. The Executioner stands, slams its foot against his neck, forcing the head to split from the body entirely, turns, and begins to walk away.
"You think death alone is enough to kill me?"
The blood from Vagrant's body swiftly joins together, creating a visage of Vagrant himself made entirely of his golden blood. He launches forward, transforming the blood of his arm into a Warhammer, hardening it, and slamming it into the back of the construct. The Executioner falls forward, twists around, and delivers a kick toward the mid-section of this new anomaly. The kick itself easily blocked, it seems Vagrant is no longer playing around. A series of spikes of blood shoot along the ground, forcing The Executioner back. It had little breathing room, however, summoning a silk construct of a shield to block another hit from Vagrant's hammer-arm. The force alone sending it flying backwards.
It twists around mid-air, firing forth three spines. Vagrant, not trusting his own defenses, brings up tendrils of blood, hardening them, and catching the spines. He refuses to be beaten again. Though that was easier said than done, as The Executioner skates along the ground, along lines of silk, giving it one hell of a speed boost. He extends his other blood arm into a whip, attempting to control the area himself. The executioner expertly weaves around the whip of blood. It was no different to the lines of silk it trained with. It gets in close, sending a spine into his side, though unlike last time, Vagrant did not flinch.
He grabs it by its head, slamming it into the ground, and delivering a diabolical drop kick to the back of its neck. The robot's head was embedded deep into the rock, and as Vagrant lift his foot once more to deliver another kick, it uses this opportunity, slamming its hand into the ground, sending several spines at once toward Vagrant... Piercing him from every single direction. More and more and more spines stab into him, over and over and over and over. Until nothing remained, the blood his body was made of staining each of the spines.
Pulling itself from the ground, The Executioner looked around. It was not going to make the same mistake once more. Vagrant's main body remained limp on a series of spikes. His blood form reduced to tatters. It swiftly throws itself to the side, avoiding tendrils of void rising up from the ground. It was ready for this. A new form of vagrant emerges, one covered in an inky blackness. His void form. It immediately goes defensive, knowing just how destructive Void can be. Vagrant gave it little wiggle room, however, as the void form disappears, appearing right behind The Executioner, slamming its fist into the back of it's head. Tendrils grab it by its legs, lifting it high into the air, slamming it down against the rock below.
Vagrant appears below it as it bounces off the rock, his arm shifting into several tentacles of void. All The Executioner could do was bring up a shield of silk, as it was slammed into the ground once more, grabbed by its foot again, and thrown across the room, slamming into a void spike, leaving its left arm completely useless. It ripped its own arm off, places its feet on the wall, and launched off of it. With its free hand, it summons a series of spines, sending them all hurling toward Vagrant's void form. Vagrant himself catches many with void tendrils, wincing as they stab into said tendrils. He crouches down, summons his blade, and launches forward, said sword growing many times in size, as he rises it above his head. Blood surrounds it, pale flames erupt from it, void itself emanates from it. He brings the sword back, before slicing down.
The Executioner, seeing this attack, turns its silk generation into overdrive, silken wings sprout from its back, a spinning halo of silk appearing above its head, sprouting from its hand, a construct rapidly unravels. A seven layer shield, each layer stronger than the last, appears. The silk glows a bright pink, as Vagrant's blade slams against it. Three layers are destroyed immediately, the fourth breaking not long after. The Executioner braces itself, getting into a low stance. Plating is shaves off of its arm as the fifth layer is broken. The silk glows a brighter pink, layer six is broken. Vagrant himself feels his energy running out. He will not relent. The seventh layer begins to crack, Vagrant's energy running out.
With a bright pink flash, the seventh layer of The Executioners shield breaks, at the same time, Vagrant's blade dissipates. Vagrant was out of energy. His form weakened. He falls forward, tired. The Executioner catches his form, and as his eyes close, a large spike of silk shoots up, piercing his chest directly. Vagrant has died once more. Marking the end of his 8th life.
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The Executioner walks off. It needs repairs. It leaves Vagrant's body behind.
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A battle between @wandering--executioner and @wandering--vagrant!
Hope this is a fun read for you all :3
