The AccuserYes! Hahaha! Kick him in the dirt! That's my girl! Sparks flew, the Accuser weaved left and right, slipped behind and forward, but he could not breach her. At the same time, the wall could not reach his body, wherever it had enough time to bring back its body for a counter, it was pressed by a storm of offence even greater than the last. But could she keep up? Every time they clashed, she looked one step closer to smashing him to pieces with a blow, and he seemed closer and closer to take her head. Die, die, die. Fall. Perish. Disappear. You should have never come, you should have never accepted the light. Now, the sin will only repeat. Sinners must fall.
It was like a dance, a perfect painting of the war between heaven and hell. Suddenly, in the final stroke, his scythe swept down to cut her down like unearthly wind. Suddenly, the world stopped.
What!?The arm of light screamed inside her head, practically brimming in disbelief while it slowly ate into her. Even the Accuser's eyes were wide in shock. The final dance, a movement so beautiful it would have been tarnished by being looked upon by another's eye. But in their final exchange, with his scyte practically kissing her neck, the guardian had grabbed the blade and halted it utterly. Its arm had found the gap, and sunk his finger into his neck to slam him down to oblivion.
No, stand! Don't you want to save Mael!? Keep fighting, I'll give you more power!But it refused. Its finger had pierced his throat, but inexplicably stopped. Thus, the hope vanishes, and the Accuser is left alone with its blade. All that was left was to judge. He looked down on her sadly. His throat bled, even if he managed to survive, had she endured a little longer she could have claimed his head.
"Idiot."
For a moment, he did not move. He did not speak. The two just stood there. Only when her mouth dripped a final droplet of blood did he realize. She had lost long ago. Thus, he could never win. But rather than dying to the light that now chained her, he would let her die a warrior's death. He smiled like she were an old friend, but there was only respect in his eyes. No joy, no sorrow, only the duty to perform.
"It was fun, Aruna."
The Accuser must drag all evil to hell, no matter how much his heart breaks, no matter how many times he holds back tears.
Die the death.
Sentence to death.
The great equalizer is the death!
And so, the blade falls.