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Vincent Mason: Death Scene - theredknight_x - 12-10-2010
"Bloody hell's!" spat Vincent Mason, as the Ogre Berserker came crashing down with his weapon, something akin to a giant metallic club. The hit knocked Vincent down and across the muddy river bank.
Blood pouring from his helm's visor, he cursed his luck lately. Blindsided by a trap, it nearly cost him his life. Now, he wasn't too sure he was gonna make it this time. Nearing death, he prayed for a spell of warding, and the ogre lost sight of him for a moment, he gathered his wits and ran behind a copse of trees, quickly casting a few healing spells he had left on himself and bandaging a few more wounds. It wouldn't last long, and he knew he had to act fast. So Vincent grabbed a few bones from a belt pouch and threw them on the ground with an onyx and prayed again, the bones animating and growing into a full fledged skeleton warrior, a greatsword materializing in his hand. No point in running, he had only just got to this league when the Ogre blindsided him.
So Vincent Mason drew his morningstar and placed one more protective spell on himself, and he and the skeleton charged. An exchange of blows between the two of them, Vincent had several times placed his morningstar right in a vital spot gouging thick lines of blood and smashing a couple of the beasts bones when it screamed and became even further enraged, and with one great swipe smashed the skeleton warrior. Bones flew to the side of it's powerful blow and spread across the muddy ground like kicked up sand. Cursing, Vincent knew he had little chance to succeed in this battle.
But the Hound was not going to be put down without taking the damn thing with him. So Vincent cast once again, and struck the beast with a spell of poison and slammed his morningstar home into the beasts skull as it reared back. The blow came, and Vincent was struck hard in the side and sent sprawling into darkness.
When his vision had cleared, he pulled the helmet off of him and looked over. Slowly, the poison and the final blow he had dealt the Ogre was taking it's toll. Writhing in pain, it didn't take long for the beast eyes to dim and fade.
Vincent's face, battered and bruised, coughed up a cup full of blood. His magic was spent, he had no way to fix himself. Already numbness was catching his fingers and toes.
"Not a bad life... not at all," were his final words before a laugh escaped his lips. The laugh slowly faded, and left was nothing but the grinning corpse of a former Hound, fated to be feasted on by predators in the wild. But at least all the gods would look down upon his grinning face, knowing that in death he still won that fight.