Even faster than anticipated. Tenrof could see the city in the distance, even as the dragon attempted to swipe him off the tail like he were an annoying leech. He let loose a chuckle, despite the situation. The analogy was crude, but quite different. At least those little parasites could be dislodged. Him? It would take nothing less than the dragon biting off the tail to make him dislodge from his current perch. He had nearly reached the middle section of the tail when the dragon had decided to dive, finally arriving at its intended destination.
The sudden drop gave him a quick idea. Something to distract the wyrm before it could set its' sights on the city. Reckless, suicidal, and quite insane. But an idea it was, and he could pull it off. The
Aegis had yet to destabilize entirely, and he had even managed to configure it back into a somewhat workable condition. It would never last a prolonged fight in such a state. But it carried the likely chance of knocking him out of commission, if he could not withstand the information surge to follow. He was still blocking it out, and eventually it would rush back in like air.
So be it.
As the dragon descended, he used the sudden movement of mass to let go, and rise high up into the air, propelled above the clouds. High enough he could spy a bird flying towards his location. Odd. Most feral fauna would be rushing towards whatever safety they could find, given the situation. Clearly a brave one, or a wizard in disguise.
No matter, it would bear witness to his stunt either way.
A resounding
boom confirmed the dragon's landing. He looked down, still suspended by the momentum of his leap. What was at least half an hour by horseback seemed a simple march for the wyrm. Even as high up as he was, he could see its body slither and crawl across the land.
No more.
"Aegis critical. Visualizing focus."
Gravity took hold as he fell, a black dot in the expanse of white clouds. The wind picked up, ruffling his coat in violent and wild flaps as he inclined his body directly at the head of the dragon, visible even from his rapidly falling height. His hat wavered in the violent wind, an unseen force keeping it affixed to his head, allowing only flutters to show it was affected by the weather.
He cocked one fist back, extending the other forward in preparation for perhaps the single hardest strike he would attempt.
"Impact."
Tenrof's form
rippled, as whatever had been covering his body shattered like brittle glass, the pieces of air and reality flying outwards, only to flow into a singular location like water; his clenched fist.
And the surge returned with a vengeance. A surge Tenrof had not experienced in a long time, but his willpower was nonetheless undaunted, forcing his conscious to process everything his mind could see, feel, and hear, concepts and all. A mortal man would be rendered vegetative, forced to endure what the specter was powering through.
A man was aware of many things. He could see, smell, hear, taste, and feel. But to such a mind, these could be processed unconsciously, only focusing on particular sensations and never the entirety of the world around them, filtered through a mental block. If he was aware of just how the world functioned, and how he himself would function and react within it, at virtually
all times, his mind would break.
Tenrof did not possess such a privilege. His own physiology was also entirely different from a human's, which worked against his advantage.
Adjusting... ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Average…
Adjusting. Current a▅▅ pres▅▅re is . ERROR!
The words were human, but at the same time...
not, as Tenrof ground nonexistent teeth.
" ņ̸̛͓̙̩͎̰̲̞̜̱̣͓̤͇̟͈͂̔̿̐́̑̇͗͌̄͐́̌̾͊̑͋̾͝͠ ơ̵̥̰̲͚̱̰͖͔̘͙̞͇̣̦͗͂̅̄̓̏͋̄̀̀͒͆̅̓̀̎̈̑̕͠͝͠͝ t̶̡̡͇͕͔̞̙̖͉̟̯͔͓͕͚͎̰̙̝̲̦̥͍̣̮̬̍̓̊̈̃̾͗̒́̓͐͜͜ͅ ÿ̴̧̨̧̡̰̫̭͕̦̥̫̺̮̟̩̦̰̳̼̠̣̯́ͅͅ ̷̮͓̮͖̺̦̟̱̘̼͋͐̽̌͋̑͆̑͑͊͗̏͂͒̐̄̓͘ ẹ̵̢̯̺̈́̍̈͗̅͆͛̌͑̍̈́͗̃̾̚̕͘̕͝ t̶̡̡͇͕͔̞̙̖͉̟̯͔͓͕͚͎̰̙̝̲̦̥͍̣̮̬̍̓̊̈̃̾͗̒́̓͐͜͜ͅ ."
Range. Twenty meter radius. Filter. Only positional existence accepted. Deny irrelevant data. Compose information, processing, isolating areas where scanned substances are vacant…
He continued to fall, the head drawing ever closer. At his current speed, the distance was closing alarmingly fast, forcing him to skip a couple processes and nearly
fade out from reality to compensate.
Existence of matter labeled "air" processed. Positional data processed. Outline of intended target identified with 99.924 percent certainty.
Aegis Catalyzed. Deployment ready.
And through the mind-numbing flood of information, Tenrof reeled back, now mere feet from the Dragon's head. And intoned grimly, like the toll of a death bell.
"Pitch Black. Grand Impact."
And the fist descended like the hammer of an angry god.
OOC: Overkill? Maybe. Tenrof might not be getting back up after this. Who knows?