The Elfbone Extraction [M]

[King Axorn]

Axorn quickly took advantage of the situation, firing his gunblade into Okor, causing Axorn to fly backwards and disengage from his foe, allowing him to avoid those dreaded, infected, corrosive claws, while simultaneously blasting away Okor's armor and exposing his organs. The bullet, after finishing it's work skittered off into the corner of the room harmlessly, as if trying to make up for the damage it had dealt by doing none at all on the way out. The rest of the armor left over from the transformation liquefied, forming a puddle of corrosive, radioactive goop around Okor's feet, bubbling and sizzling as it ate away at the tiled floor. Axorn looked up and was taken aback at the bloody, gut-wrenching carnage that had been revealed by the removal of the bottom half of the chestplate. Both lungs had been punctured and although the rest were still chugging along, every single one of them were rotted and decaying. It was sickening and almost caused Axorn to gag. How has this guy survived this long with this kind of a body? he thought, trying not to focus on the horrors of Okor's body. Then the wave of exhaustion hit him and he bent over a little bit because of it. Axorn had spent most of his energy by now and was getting tired of this fight. Then an idea popped into his head.

"Seeing as this battle us drawing to a close," Axorn said between breaths sucking in the cool night air. "would you mind telling me what exactly this artefact does?"

When Okor didn't respond Axorn figured that if Okor wasn't going to tell him, he'd have to figure it out on his own once he gets his hands on the artefact. Axorn didn't care if he'd have to pry the artefact from Okor's cold, dead hands, if it was going to be used to hurt innocent lives, it had to be captured, or, if worst came to worst, Axorn was ready to destroy the thing. Axorn rushed forward, his sword gleaming behind him as he readied his swing. Then, after getting nearer to Okor he swung, and despite Okor's weakened state, he was still able to parry.

"You're going to have to do better than that to defeat me, filth."