02-05-2015, 10:32 PM
The bright shining light was dulled out by the massive horde of disgusting horrors that seemed to flood them. These apparitions seemed to come out of some twisted person's mind or an insane asylum inmate's tortured nightmares. These monsters surrounded the two warriors and started to close in on them. Most of them seemed to be a person who had been burned alive wearing a straightjacket and the leader of the pack seemed to be a butcher with a metal pyramid on top of his head. It was dragging a giant sword behind him, letting the dirt fly while the others seemed to wobble over and close in. The main one grunted while the others seemed to moan in pain.
Atelos' mind was cloudy, he couldn't think, he couldn't even feel Hades at the back of his mind. He felt completely separated from his body and isolated from the world, as if his mind was being invaded by something…He was afraid for the first in a long time, not even the god Hades could penetrate the mist that had seeped into his mind. The vile-disgusting monsters were closing in and Shang already had a fireball in his hand, he seemed to be unaffected by this place, on the outside at least. The 'Pyramid Head' had closed in and had lifted it's giant sword, while Atelos felt like time was going in slow motion, he felt almost drunk. The sword was coming down upon Atelos and he felt helpless like he couldn't do anything. He had put in all of his energy to raise his shield to cover his face until that massive sword was brought down on Atelos. It hit him like a truck, or well to compare in his time, it felt like he was being trampled on by a herd of horses. His shield was forcefully pushed into his arm and he felt himself knock back onto the ground. He looked over to see Shang fending off the other creatures that seemed to spit out a green, noxious gas, however he was faring much better than the trained Spartan.
He looked back up to realized that the sword was falling down upon him again, not having nearly as much energy as last time, he forced his shield up blocking the sword from hitting his face, but allowing it to sink right into his leg. The antique, rusty sword cut clean through tearing a chunk of the Spartan's leg clean off. He grimaced in pain before forcing himself to fight it and stand up. The pain flared up in his leg, causing a horrible pain to fly through his leg. He told himself he wouldn't look down and continued to press on.
The sword brought itself up again and Atelos pushed on, despite the fogginess of his mind he pushed on just to avoid the perilous blow and ignited his fist, even though it seemed that every movement seemed to tax him, physically and mentally. He brought his fist up and managed to hit the thing square in the chest, leaving a black, charred imprint of his fist. The thing stumbled backwards and then proceeded to get up as if nothing had happened. It seemed to move with ease, as if it was used to this physical taxation. It walked back, monotonously as if it was routine while Atelos felt like Atlas. The sky was crushing down on him and the horribly weight seemed to damped his ability to fight.
It swung again and Atelos brought his shield up tanking the shot, instantly regretting his decision. The pressure brought Atelos to his knees but he carried onto this weight. He brought himself up and was able to punch the thing, this time with more strength knocking it off it's feet and landing on the ground. Atelos felt himself slowly run over to the fallen monster and got on top of it. The monster was struggling to get up but Atelos brought down his shield upon his neck, breaking it's neck and causing all of it's movements to become limp.
Atelos turned around and saw the sorcerer bent over vomiting, with all of the creatures burning in flames and limp on the ground. More were climbing up the hill and Atelos saw the Paladin easily wiping out all of the creatures that came at him, while the rest of the party was seeming to have the same trouble that the other two had. Atelos mind began to clear and he heard a voice as clear as day and he began to move. The weight had been lifted and Atelos felt relaxed now that his body was moving on it's own. He was walking over to the captain trying to clear out the monsters with Shang.
Wait…why was his body moving on it's own!
Hades release me! He screamed in the mist of his mind, echoing like a valley.
"Spartan this is best for both you and me. You want to live don't you? And I am not strong enough to find another vessel." A whisper in his mind seemed. It seemed so far away, he didn't know his mind was that big. Begrudgingly he had to admit Hades was right. Atelos had exerted himself on fighting that thing. He looked down and looked at his leg and he could see the bone showing. He wanted to vomit but his body wasn't his anymore…well not at the moment.
Hades and Shang walked over to Argento and cleared the path of monster's with much more ease. "Damn Spartan, you had this pressure on you? He looked over to the Sorcerer who seemed to be unaffected "The Sorcerer must be more dangerous than we think."
Atelos grew afraid again, we…the two were getting more acquainted with each other as time went…what a scary thought. By the time the two had reached the Argento the field had been cleared and many of the party had been wounded. The two soldiers had walked up the party leader and Argento looked at the warriors battle wounds.
"What were those things?" the hyena voice came out, and Shang and Argento both looked at Atelos with a concerned glare.
Atelos' mind was cloudy, he couldn't think, he couldn't even feel Hades at the back of his mind. He felt completely separated from his body and isolated from the world, as if his mind was being invaded by something…He was afraid for the first in a long time, not even the god Hades could penetrate the mist that had seeped into his mind. The vile-disgusting monsters were closing in and Shang already had a fireball in his hand, he seemed to be unaffected by this place, on the outside at least. The 'Pyramid Head' had closed in and had lifted it's giant sword, while Atelos felt like time was going in slow motion, he felt almost drunk. The sword was coming down upon Atelos and he felt helpless like he couldn't do anything. He had put in all of his energy to raise his shield to cover his face until that massive sword was brought down on Atelos. It hit him like a truck, or well to compare in his time, it felt like he was being trampled on by a herd of horses. His shield was forcefully pushed into his arm and he felt himself knock back onto the ground. He looked over to see Shang fending off the other creatures that seemed to spit out a green, noxious gas, however he was faring much better than the trained Spartan.
He looked back up to realized that the sword was falling down upon him again, not having nearly as much energy as last time, he forced his shield up blocking the sword from hitting his face, but allowing it to sink right into his leg. The antique, rusty sword cut clean through tearing a chunk of the Spartan's leg clean off. He grimaced in pain before forcing himself to fight it and stand up. The pain flared up in his leg, causing a horrible pain to fly through his leg. He told himself he wouldn't look down and continued to press on.
The sword brought itself up again and Atelos pushed on, despite the fogginess of his mind he pushed on just to avoid the perilous blow and ignited his fist, even though it seemed that every movement seemed to tax him, physically and mentally. He brought his fist up and managed to hit the thing square in the chest, leaving a black, charred imprint of his fist. The thing stumbled backwards and then proceeded to get up as if nothing had happened. It seemed to move with ease, as if it was used to this physical taxation. It walked back, monotonously as if it was routine while Atelos felt like Atlas. The sky was crushing down on him and the horribly weight seemed to damped his ability to fight.
It swung again and Atelos brought his shield up tanking the shot, instantly regretting his decision. The pressure brought Atelos to his knees but he carried onto this weight. He brought himself up and was able to punch the thing, this time with more strength knocking it off it's feet and landing on the ground. Atelos felt himself slowly run over to the fallen monster and got on top of it. The monster was struggling to get up but Atelos brought down his shield upon his neck, breaking it's neck and causing all of it's movements to become limp.
Atelos turned around and saw the sorcerer bent over vomiting, with all of the creatures burning in flames and limp on the ground. More were climbing up the hill and Atelos saw the Paladin easily wiping out all of the creatures that came at him, while the rest of the party was seeming to have the same trouble that the other two had. Atelos mind began to clear and he heard a voice as clear as day and he began to move. The weight had been lifted and Atelos felt relaxed now that his body was moving on it's own. He was walking over to the captain trying to clear out the monsters with Shang.
Wait…why was his body moving on it's own!
Hades release me! He screamed in the mist of his mind, echoing like a valley.
"Spartan this is best for both you and me. You want to live don't you? And I am not strong enough to find another vessel." A whisper in his mind seemed. It seemed so far away, he didn't know his mind was that big. Begrudgingly he had to admit Hades was right. Atelos had exerted himself on fighting that thing. He looked down and looked at his leg and he could see the bone showing. He wanted to vomit but his body wasn't his anymore…well not at the moment.
Hades and Shang walked over to Argento and cleared the path of monster's with much more ease. "Damn Spartan, you had this pressure on you? He looked over to the Sorcerer who seemed to be unaffected "The Sorcerer must be more dangerous than we think."
Atelos grew afraid again, we…the two were getting more acquainted with each other as time went…what a scary thought. By the time the two had reached the Argento the field had been cleared and many of the party had been wounded. The two soldiers had walked up the party leader and Argento looked at the warriors battle wounds.
"What were those things?" the hyena voice came out, and Shang and Argento both looked at Atelos with a concerned glare.
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