Post by Koshou on Apr 11, 2023 22:42:14 GMT -5
As he begins to move forward once more, all thought but that of the push ahead removed from him .. Koshou all but runs into a wall of chaotic Reishi as Lazarus bombards him with a levy of attacks in an attempt to slow him down. The miasma from the use of Blight, and the frozen chill that begins to cling to his clothes and limbs both in an all-too familiar sensation that begins to creep into his bones. The pace of the Soul Reaper slows in his advance, blade slowing as they continue to clash and parry one another back and forth in the frantic clash in the late hours of the night. Slower, and slower still Koshou continues to slow down until Lazarus' blade begins to push forward rather than hold his back! Then the Shinigami finds himself hitting that limit, with no more energy to expend no more fuel to burn that push continues to push him back until the man stumbles backward and then falls backward, hitting the concrete beneath their feet with a solid THUD.
For a moment or two, all that can be heard coming from the stocky man is labored breath that tries to fill his lungs with oxygen and keep himself conscious. Then that breath becomes interspersed with a growled sense of laughter as the man seems to regain some semblance of his more usual self. a few syllables come murmured after another minute's breath.
"Al .. almost..."
For a moment or two, all that can be heard coming from the stocky man is labored breath that tries to fill his lungs with oxygen and keep himself conscious. Then that breath becomes interspersed with a growled sense of laughter as the man seems to regain some semblance of his more usual self. a few syllables come murmured after another minute's breath.
"Al .. almost..."
