Sky VS Logos

--Sky's Perspective--

I had no time to focus on Tavian at all, and I needed to pay attention to Logos. I was slowly losing myself as I promised myself I wouldn't... but this is the only way.

Stop it, Sky! This isn't the only way!

I slapped myself out of the fit of rage I almost fell into and refocused on Logos. I shouldn't have to lower myself to a person like him to beat him.

I finally ran at Logos, killing my curiosity with Tavian's fight, and began the engagement.

My sword and his mace's handle collided and screeched as they slid together. He placed his hand on the actual mace part of his weapon and tried to push it against my shoulder.

No, that wasn't it! The screeching was ruining the sharpness of my sword! Was this guy actually intelligent? How did he think of that?!

I pushed myself backward and Logos moved in a weird way, barely scathing my cheek with his mace... but it was powerful enough to hurt me.

It hurt me to the point that I felt my teeth scrape against the head of the mace through my torn-apart cheek.

With absolutely no delay, he struck again, pushing the mace right over my shoulder.

As I stared at Logos, he heavily reminded me of Raven and how sadistic he could be. Even he had a weakness... but I couldn't find one with Logos.

The sword came down on me and time froze as I stared at the edge of his blade. It closely reminded me of Raven. Everybody had a weakness, but the more I looked into Logos' eyes, the more dumbfounded I became.

It was too late to use weapon recall, it was too late to counter. He would absolutely smash my arm with his mace. I lost, he got the upper hand in this battle. I didn't have any other abilities... why not?!

Dammit, why am I thinking about so many things right now?!

All this time, I've been given things I never should've had. Yet, I don't have any more abilities just by some dumb chance, working against me to hurt me...

But can I really be hurt?

My arm and eye came back after I lost myself in the rage. That's all I know... that's what I've been given. Not this curse of rage... an opportunity.

I am The White Stone of Wrath. That is what drives me.

When I claimed my first kill, I continued to think about how many more I would have to kill. Whether it used to be Lia, or Orion himself. Am I truly the good guy, if I'm so keen to kill those who oppose me?

This System... it limited me, and I ruined everything. I've been given that power from that same System, however, to regenerate my limbs, to have this unknown strength... that being said, how could I save my friends with that?

The mace was getting closer... and I finally got my answer.

I will get this arm back. I can say goodbye to it.

The mace was traveling to my shoulder and I flinched out of fear, pulling my left arm back. My hand wouldn't escape, but that's okay. I will get it back, right after I beat Logos.

Then, pain surged from the left side of my head all the way down to my stone as it brightly expanded in light and words claimed my vision.

[System Alert: White Stone Ability Unlocked!]

[Ultimate Deflect: Gain the ability to deflect weapons that collide with your Stone!]

From that flash of light, I felt my entire arm break under the pressure and I was sent into the tree trunk right behind me, chipping the wood off of the sides. I immediately lost the air in my lungs and my left eye exploded like a balloon... but Logos wasn't too good either.

He was standing still, dripping blood at a vicious rate as his jaw was stuck open. He was staring at the floor as his mace clattered with the ground... and his right arm was blown off of his body.

Holy shit... did I do that?!

Blood came dripping out of my mouth as I slid down the tree with that chipped wood scraping my back. I hit the floor and tried desperately to hold onto consciousness from the impact. I pushed my weakened body back up to look at Logos.

Logos was panting and holding his right shoulder, keeping the blood from falling to the floor. The blast that came from that latest attack alerted Tavian and Ethos over to our position and Tavian took advantage, slashing a deep wound into Ethos's chest.

"Sky! Are you okay?!" Tavian yelled out to me.

I wiped the blood from my left eye, and nodded, staring back up at Logos. His insane smile had completely subsided, which gave me more satisfaction than I could initially believe. I couldn't help but mimic that old smile I saw from him.

I tried my luck with my next ability.

[RECALLING ARMAMENT…]

[System Alert: Armament Error! This Armament is in use!]

I clicked my tongue in irritation. I can't recall weapons in other's hands, which still left me at a disadvantage in my fight.

"Ethos! This guy is scary! I don't have my right arm anymore!" Logos screamed out with fear.

Ethos looked back and forth between his brother and Tavian, quickly realizing Tavian had retreated elsewhere.

I'm not sure if I could do this with limited vision and only one working arm... but again, I don't have a choice.

I stood confidently with my sword raised against the two of them.

"Don't let it fool you. It's an ability, just like Orion has. He wouldn't be able to do that again, he only has one eye left." Ethos said with a smile.

I held my sword up with trembling hands. The blade itself was dull enough to make this a blunt weapon at this point.

The two engaged as fast as they could. Logos had tied part of his ripped sleeve around the wound to stop the bleeding.

Ethos continued to engage in the fight, slashing at me. The tunnel vision I was falling in and out of was a lot worse with one eye because it left me open to Logos.

The fight started to look grim after I could see, but not feel the blood being thrown on the left side of my body.

I'm sorry... I have to break my promise!

I let the wet blanket of rage sit on my head like I used to and not only felt the itch to kill but also embraced it.

Deep inside my brain, I felt an itch, and the spot I had to scratch in order to cure it, was by killing both Ethos and Logos.

That rage... I fell inside of it like a six-foot hole, and I let it take over me. Before I knew it, my vision exploded back into my head as my left eye completely regenerated.

"What the hell?! How did he do that?!" Logos screamed out.

I wasn't lucky enough to get my left arm back in my control... I had to make do with my right arm.

Ethos slipped behind me while I was blinded and put his arms up and around mine, disarming me and throwing my sword past Logos, who was standing in front of me.

Logos slowly reclaimed his sadistic smile while he approached me. I continued to think of ways to escape Ethos's grasp as Logos closed the distance, but I couldn't find anything! This can't be it, are you serious?!

Ethos was stationed behind me, using his arms to lock me in place. His hands were clasped behind my head and pushing me forward. I had no strength in my legs or arms, and he had the upper hand. If I wasn't quick to think, Logos would have my head.

I need something... anything!

How willing am I to get what I want?

I looked at my sword, sitting on the floor past Logos, and realized what I had to do.

I struggled with Ethos to get his body lined up perfectly in line with Logos. This would probably injure me too much to fathom, but I can't have the capacity to care.

The center of Ethos's stomach was pushing against the right side of my back. He wasn't lined up with my body, but he was lined up with Logos. I only had one shot at this... I had to make this work.

I hesitated as Logos got closer, but I killed that hesitation as my eyes opened wide and I focused on my sword.

[RECALLING ARMAMENT...]

From the placement of my sword, it rattled against the wood and flew right over me. It seemed to know what I was thinking and the sword flipped sides, coming at my right hand with its point first.

Logos turned around and unknowingly made it easier for me to win this battle by putting the middle of his chest right in front of the tip of my sword.

It pierced him and launched him right toward me.

Because of my moved body, it pierced the far-right side of my stomach and cut through me like nothing, and it also pierced Ethos, sending both of them into the tree trunk right behind us.

Ethos seemed to narrowly escape a fatal wound, but Logos was stuck with the sword right under his heart... that was it! He was defeated!

I held onto my right side with my only available arm. I was far too injured to put up a fair fight against Ethos... I just had to hold him off while Tavian went to get help.

"You damn White Stone..." Logos said.

He was still alive?!

He took my sword out of the tree he was stuck in and with a waterfall of blood coming out of his chest, he walked over to me. I couldn't move from the pain and he rose the sword up and above his head, ready to strike down at me.

Sky... move!