Greenborne- At Doom
A cloudless sky awaited the two wayfarers upon the break of day, leaving little mercy from the scalding sun. The night was long, grueling, and, above all, disappointing.
"Did ya stay watch all night?" scolded Greenborne.
"Like I would trust you?" Z'lupe informed. She did not refer to his ability to keep watch or keep the two safe, sadly.
"Well, if ya were a bit looser, then we wunna be havin' this conversation, now would we?" poorly rationed Bimblesnaff, still upset that the night did not go as he desired.
"Grow up," she muttered, readying her armament for the long day ahead. "It's not like I even really wanted to come out to this dump for some alleged treasure and guaranteed bodily harm."
"Hey, no one made ya come here," he snapped. Kelly exploded.
"Yes, someone did," she grumbled through clenched teeth. "You! You threatened to kill my family."
"Pfft, that dinna mean ya had to do anythin', though," the lunatic dismissed as he donned a pair of tinted goggles. "'Tisn't like their lives influence your decisions in life."
"You know," she enlightened, "some people are not horrible monsters and care for others." He grinned most demonically.
"An' I ain't people." The pair continued on as though no tension or deep longings to murder the other existed. Z'lupe was quite use to the Fiend's behavior, so she merely recorded the event in her list of reasons to ration whether saving his life, should the opportunity rest on her hands, was actually worth it. They took a winding path between the dunes to avoid the rushing sands thrown by the distant blades. It was an easier course, even if Bimblesnaff pointed out how two mounds resembled a posterior every few minutes. Their less than peaceful stroll was eventually interrupted.
"Do ya feel that?" the maniac questioned after abruptly stopping.
"No," Kelly replied flatly with a roll of her eyes, "and neither can you."
"That wasn't a pass... for once," he stated, equally as amazed as she was. "Do ya feel that in the ground?" Before she could answer, something large broke through the sands. As the grains ran from its form, the lumbering figure was seen, all but its head. This made sense in that it did not possess one.
The giant let out a deafening wail, thin and piercing from an unknown orifice. Its body bulged with brawn, particularly on its thick arms, each wielding a twisted sickle. It had no neck or head and not even a mark for where one had been cut from it. Its bronzed flesh was tinted with blue speckles. More congregated on its outer body where there were also thorny protrusions. Its body remained largely exposed, save a modest loin cloth fashioned from camel hide.
"Well, that certainly ain't a camel toe!" Bimblesnaff had no choice but to convulsively blurt out on the matter in an inappropriate moment which allotted him little time to flee from the swung weapon. Clutching the amulet around his neck, a golden disc set on a silver diamond, he thrust it up high and called out for power from on high. "Amulet of the Sky, Daybreak." Unleashing a burst of light, he now clutched a glowing dagger in his hand, the blade of which sheened golden. Ducking under the second arched edge of the unknown beast, he leapt into the air as the first came crashing back down. Landing nimbly upon its handle, the lunatic dashed up the monster's arm to its flat top. Holding high the dagger, a column of the Sun's light intensified around the confrontation, shrinking in closer and brighter with each passing moment, draining the scene of any light until only a blinding line extended to the weapon's point. Dropping to a knee, the knife was plunged deep through the creature's top, burying it to the hilt. Day flooded back to the area in a brilliant wave. The titan stood motionless as the clouds of unsettled dust swirled and slowly disappeared. Pulling out the blade, Greenborne struck a triumphant pose before getting struck off by the giant.
"Okay, that was pointless," commented Z'lupe as she drew out a crossbow to actually deal with the situation to some effect. The headless being turned, scratching the prick on its top, to presumably see the woman crouched with her arches bent, lined with the images of wolves. A rapid swarm of bolts rained from the archer, their heads howling like feral beasts as they cut through the air. Hitting her mark several fold, the arrows barely produced a trickle on the colossus' thick skin. Marching forward through the volley, it smashed down the double sickles, scarring the earth where Kelly previously took aim.
"See? It ain't so easy," mocked the maniac with his tongue stuck out before a shot whizzed by his head.
"Whoops, sorry," Kelly malignantly snarled. "I meant to hit. Well, alright, Mr. Smart Guy, how do you suppose we deal with this thing, then?" Darting her eyes back to the man for an answer, she only barely caught his heel as he made a frantic dash away, around a corner. "Figures." Holstering her arsenal, she attempted to follow in kind only to have her path, and retreat, cut off by the curved blades. "Figures," she repeated with more despair. Releasing its weapons, the giant cupped hand in fist, raised high, to deliver the final, crushing blow.
"Nightfall," was shouted from behind the gigas as the comparatively diminutive Greenborne bound from a nearby dune with his knife raised, emitting a black haze as its blade turned silver, longer, and curved. The crescent edge was dug into the titan's back and dragged down until empty space below was reached. Upon landing crouched on the earth, he whirled about in his stooped position, gashing the tendons in both legs of the giant, toppling it. Twirling the dagger about his finger, it returned to its original state and was stuck in his belt. Victorious, he awaited thanks from his companion. Waiting longer, he heard no praise, only a faint mumbling. Turning, he spotted the twitching, fine legs of Z'lupe sticking out from beneath the felled monster.
"Smooth," he could barely make out between all the cursing. "Real smooth."
