[And then she's there. It's loud and bright, though the sky is dark, and entirely too much is going on. But most of it is in the background, some distance from the strange spire of stone where Dave is fighting.
There are two of them, one dark and one light, and a girl with wild hair as black as her dress lies still and cold on the raised slab beneath their battle, as if sleeping on a poorly placed bed. Dave is desperate, one sword to their two, but he's fast, and it almost seems like he could at least get away, if he can't win--
But it ends quickly. The white sword through his heart, from the front; the black lower, through his back, so he's caught between the two. His own sword, pale grey, falls from his hand, and so too falls blood, its proper red once more.
Time slows as the dogs withdraw and Dave, too, begins to fall, and the gods whisper one last time.]
Now, Miss Meridiana. This is all the time we can grant you.
CW: Impalement
There are two of them, one dark and one light, and a girl with wild hair as black as her dress lies still and cold on the raised slab beneath their battle, as if sleeping on a poorly placed bed. Dave is desperate, one sword to their two, but he's fast, and it almost seems like he could at least get away, if he can't win--
But it ends quickly. The white sword through his heart, from the front; the black lower, through his back, so he's caught between the two. His own sword, pale grey, falls from his hand, and so too falls blood, its proper red once more.
Time slows as the dogs withdraw and Dave, too, begins to fall, and the gods whisper one last time.]
Now, Miss Meridiana. This is all the time we can grant you.