Fractured God

She reached her hand out to Nigel and Daniel released his magic for hopefully the final time on this giant oaf.

When he grabbed the chain in his mouth it was taut. And when Elizabeth punched him, it jerked his head with more force than he would have been able to provide on his own. With the sickle still, loosely stuck in him it left quite the result.

The sickle was dragged so hard it injured Daniel, by taking off a thin layer of skin rubbing against him. It was similar to using a boxcutter while leaning it against a ruler to get a straight cut.

And the proverbial box got it much worse. The sickle left a massive gash in him, nearly three feet long.

He released his hold on Daniel and he scrambled away in a mad dash. As he backed away he noticed the wound looked like it was healing?

Well, it didn't even matter if the man was immortal, he lacked mana and as long as Daniel felt like it, he wouldn't be moving for as long as he lived.

He couldn't help but wear a small smirk, knowing he no longer had to deal with that foolishness.

He scanned his surroundings. Three new enemies had appeared. But the blonde woman seemed to no longer have the ability to stand, which more than evened odds.

“I'm actually going to do it.” He said. Even he didn't think the situation would turn in his favour.

The group seemed more focused on staying out of his vision than attacking.

He had what? Twenty, maybe even thirty more minutes left with powder. He could afford to savour this helplessness a little bit longer.

No, thinking like that would get him nowhere if he left this place. He'd be spitting in the face of his lord if started half-assing it now.

He looked to see the pink-haired woman picking up the blonde and tried to make a move.

The swinging of a hammer had him quickly rethinking that idea as he struggled to bring both hands above his head, falling to the floor to buy himself more time.

(“The woman with yellow eyes, I forgot about her.”)

He assumed she was a loudmouth but she had to be commended for getting him without so much as a peep.

She wasn't teleporting as he could see a trail of blood leading behind her.

He already stopped her but he could hear the footsteps of the others approaching.

He stood himself up, using her as a ledge to pull himself up on. On his ascent, he stopped three of them.

He grabbed her hammer and stopped it as well. She was another strong one. Though with the four he had seen that could have meant anything.

He would have slashed her throat, but her hammer had left both his arms incapable of strongly gripping anything. Especially the glorified stick of meat he used to block. It bent in ways it shouldn't have. The hand was rendered useless by the black-haired woman but the whole arm was now out of commission.

He delivered a quick headbutt, more out of spite than any intent to do damage and leap-frogged over her shoulder. And it was well timed as he noticed the pink-haired girl, quietly approaching with the blonde in her hands, holding her like a bride.

He ran all the way to the entrance and made sure to put himself between it and the others.

“My hand.” He tried to form a fist with his hand but it looked like he was checking his nails. He tried to force them together but they wouldn't go any further. “Alright then. The moment my right hand heals, I'll kill them all.”

He coldly said to himself, seemingly on the defensive. He watched them with shifty eyes stopping any that'd go too close to the other, though not enough for it to be exploited.

Elizabeth showed no care for the action and unashamedly crawled across the floor towards Ruby, healing her leg.

“Thanks. You're looking pretty fucking rough. Any idea why he stopped?” She asked, appreciating the relief. She stepped on the leg a few times and nodded her head.

If they survived this, Elizabeth was gonna have one hell of a headache keeping their mouths shut about this.

“I think you broke his hand. I don't think he has any means to kill us without that sickle you see on him.”

“So is there a good reason we aren't rushing him? Waiting for him to give up dear?” She asked, mimicking a motherly tone.

“Look at where he is. Would you want to run at him if he decided to hide somewhere in the dungeon? Think about Furor and the others.”

“I see. Based on your lack of reaction, the giant idiot who rushed him is fine, right?”

“Yes, Nigel should be alive.”

“I guess “should be alive” is a lot better than “might be alive”.”

The others were stopped but soon made their way over.

“What do you mean things have gotten really bad? I thought you said they weren't here yet!?”

Tibaut had broken out into a sprint with Kevin on his back. For their own amusement, the pale women held Agnes by her hands and feet while running alongside.

“I don't know Tibaut, I just sorta sense it you know!” He responded while tightly wrapping his arms around his chest.

“What are you, spiderman!? Oh forget it, can you at least tell me where we're going?”

“Don't worry, I'll give you directions after this hallway. Quicker!!!!!” He shouted.

“Damn, alright, I'm hoofing it as fast as I can!”

(“This is bad. I keep seeing a blue path that's slowly turning green. When we stopped it turned bright red. What the hell is going on in the dungeon? Is it gonna explode or something!?”) Kevin thought, shouting the directions to their goal.