D'rek Vs Sir Thursday
Voting Result : Sir Thursday Wins!
STD - 7 (Morgoth, Tapper, Alt, Mez, JA, Mentalist, Cause)
D'rek - 5 (dibs, BtE, Shin, Illy, Grief)
Finale:
Chest heaving, legs giving out, bleeding profusely in numerous places, Lippmer slowly pushed himself away from the sandstorm-girl one bodily lunge at a time. The sober clarity brought on by adrenaline and the sandstorm's depletion of the alcohol in his blood made it evident to himself that he was not going to survive this battle. Should've brought a few litres of ribena. Could've soaked the girl entirely, or set it on fire. Or at the very least died properly drunk... Catherine was too busy concentrating on guiding that little boy's body, but he could still hear her muttering to herself, as always.
A boyish cry and a womanly scream rang out in his ears and in his head, respectively, and he pivoted his head around to see the sandstorm envelope the figure of Luke, while the continuous mutterings from Catherine abruptly ceased. Sorrow overcame Lippmer as the one woman who had loved him for decades while he wasted away, was now torn from him, now finally passed from the mortal world. Unable to lie to himself anymore, he cried out in the anguish that he had never deserved such love, and had even then sought to deprive her of himself, of all that she loved.
Filled with a true sense of purpose for the first time in his life, Lippmer turned about to crawl back. Back towards the boy and girl, still struggling over the boy's sword. Lippmer spared no thought for them, whichever figure the sandstorm now controlled, it would kill him with ease. His eyes narrowed on the remaining traces of a small pool of acid leftover from his deflection, still burning its way through grass and soil.
With the last strength of his legs he launched himself onto his stomach, just barely within reach of the acid, towards which he feebly extended his left arm. His hand suspended over the pool, he gave his final examination of the wedding ring on his third finger. Until death shalt thou never part, the very words High Alchemist Varuk had cursed him with on his wedding day, were engraved directly into the ring in a continuous line of flowing script around its exterior.
A minute rotation of the ring, a whispered "I love you", and then his strength gave out, conciousness faded and his hand fell upon the acid.
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Minutes later, the arena's sensory equipment confirmed the death of Lippmer and tournament officials rushed into the arena to halt the struggle between Luke and Sam, who were, after all, registered as being allies. While the sandstorm, and thus Luke's body, were cajoled to the center of the arena for a short victory ceremony, Luke followed Catherine's incessant pleading and steered Sam's body to the motionless form of Lippmer. Examining the acidic burns across Lippmer's hand, Catherine made a deafening gasp within Luke's head. He couldn't understand what surprised her though, all he saw was a wedding ring, the bottom surface etched by acid, with an ordinary sentimental phrase: shalt thou never part.
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 12 June 2009 - 03:08 PM