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| Forsaking the Warrior V; Polemistis Thread - IX | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 15 2013, 06:47 PM (101 Views) | |
| FireDrag1091 | Apr 15 2013, 06:47 PM Post #1 |
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(( Continued from: http://w11.zetaboards.com/The_Eternal_Game_RPG/topic/8704601/3/?x=0#post8115604 )) Polemistis lay on the soft, mud-matted ground as he attempted to rest—his body screaming in pain and agony as he breathed every sweet breath of air restlessly. The rain poured on his body, relieving his wounds with every single drop. They seemed to dress his wounds with care, relaxing his tensed muscles, and washing out the infected cuts or wounds. Yet he could not let go of one thought. What of he? He was injured, beyond capable of moving himself, therefore finding cover was out of the question... He layed there, considering one single fact which daunted him... He may die... Edited by FireDrag1091, Apr 15 2013, 08:16 PM.
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| FireDrag1091 | Apr 21 2013, 02:26 PM Post #2 |
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For hours he laid still, having no sense of time as his pain slowly consumed him as if it were crazed to enjoy every mere second of the Lykos's agony; though he still did not whimper or scream. "And yet, still I suffer... my so-called ally betraying me, leaving me to die, to suffer... and even when I succeeded, I am—tortured..." the Lykos cooed, the rain trickling down his armor as the black paint details and majestic silver details rusted, his armors illumination details fading to a dark blue under the night sky. His life had no further value, no one trusted him, no one helped him in his time of need as he did before; he was truly unwanted. And with this simple thought, he reached over and removed a component of his armor; removing an lime-lighted device which hummed ever so lightly. Would I do it, would I end my life? the Lykos asked himself in thought, knowing that if the Plasma Core was detonated—everything within 15 meters would be reduced to ash, loosing a sense of life, even Polemistis himself would suffer death; and he aimed to do so. For an hour he examined the details of the device, taking his time to decide to wether to detonate the core to end his suffering or to put it back into its place so that he could suffer more. He never answered his question, as he eventually rested the device next to him—too tired to place if back into the mainframe of his suit. He laid, waiting for someone to take his life... and stop his agony... |
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| FireDrag1091 | Apr 29 2013, 02:17 PM Post #3 |
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The sounds of battle echoed over the arena grounds, as it made its way closer and closer—interrupting Polemistis's Meditiation as he stood up painfully, his inner organs feeling like mush as his legs shook in pain and agony. Taking his first step forward, he collapsed to his knees—chest burning with pain and agony as he simply growled in response. He brought himself to his feet again, still wobbly at the base as he took another step forward—though slowly to avoid the same results as before. After pertaining his sense of walking, the Lykos summoned a telekinetic field to bind his legs—keeping them still and useable for the time being as he then compressed his organs inside of himself using the same method. Pain surged through his body doing this, but he knew it needed to be done—walking forward as his insides constantly shifted position while sliding against the wall of his torso. Replacing the Plasma Core into his suit, Polemistis lurched forward at a slow pace—constantly taking rest for breath as he got closer to the scene of the battle. Quickly going into a sort of stealth mode, the Lykos lurched himself into a tree examining his fellow competitors. He recognized one, the Matoran as Quartz, but one was unfamiliar—being a sort of Toa as he lounged in the tree; taking the time to heal himself slowly. (( Polemistis continued in: http://w11.zetaboards.com/The_Eternal_Game_RPG/topic/8700464/2/ )) Edited by FireDrag1091, May 1 2013, 06:18 PM.
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