guisniperman: No. No they can't reach the Onion Bro. When you are invaded in this particular area, the walkway to the bonfire/Andre gets blocked off by the white light. Even if Thomas was to use his new whip spell to vault over the wall, he'd have to figure out a way to get Sir Onion over the wall, and who's to say our favorite Astoran knights would still be alive by the time they get back? No. They're going to have to deal with this head on. Prepare your anus. The Legend is going in Hollow.
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Fire
07
Peril in the Parish
Terror unfathomable gripped Thomas as The Legend, the Father of Giants looked upon them, gazing at each of them through the empty eyes of Pinwheel's Mask. The very earth trembled as a voice rumbled out, the Darkwraith pointing to each of them in turn.
"MAGE-FAG", the voice rumbled, looking at Thomas, causing him to grip the catalyst tighter.
"DEX-FAG", it pointed at Oscar, who still had the spear handy.
"YOU. SUNBRO-FAG". Thomas couldn't fully gauge Solaire's reaction through his helm, but he could see part of his eyes through the visor. Solaire looked nervous. They didn't know. They couldn't know the terrible danger that GiantDad posed. But before he could think of a plan, the Darkwraith moved.
"CHAOS-HANDER GIANT DAD!" Thomas cried out, the behemoth suddenly charging them. "SCATTER!" They dove to the side as the burning weapon slammed into the ground, a small shockwave of flame burning the stone around the weapon. Fuck! Too close! Thomas got up, and fired a soul arrow at the GiantDad. The bolt impacted, but had minimal observed effect. Shit. A bolt of lightning struck it, but seemed to have even less effect. Of course it did, Thomas thought. "Solaire! Don't bother! His armor's resistant to electricity!" Simply nodding in acknowledgement, Solaire put his talisman away and drew his sword. Oscar managed to get lucky, and got behind the Darkwraith, stabbing his spear into it's back. The Legend roared with pain, and Oscar kicked him off as it landed face first into the dirt. Thomas gave a little fist bump, but he saw the Legend wasn't done yet.
The brass armored warrior got up, turning to Oscar with hate. "YOU FUCKING FAGGOT", the voice boomed, and the zweihander went up in an arc, a two handed heavy attack bearing down on the Astoran Knight, foolishly using his shield to try and block the attack. Thinking fast, Thomas cast Soul Whip, and whipped it towards the warrior's weapon. The tendril of blue energy wrapped around the end of the zweihander, and Thomas pulled with all the might in both hands, managing to stop the weapon in it's tracks. Time halted. The Legend turned to Thomas, stunned. Of course it was. No such sorcery existed in the game he was from. What Thomas had done, using magic to immobilize it's weapon, was seemingly impossible. And in addition, this puny mage had the strength to stop it, mid swing. Thomas was suddenly grateful he preferred Strength to Dexterity. Because Oscar would be dead otherwise. Speaking of that Astoran warrior... "Oscar!" Thomas cried out. "The mask is a weak point!"
He understood immediately, and started charging with the spear held in both hands as Thomas held the blade. The spell wouldn't last much longer. But it lasted long enough.
One problem with the Mask of the Father, and all of the Pinwheel masks, was they were unable to reinforced in any way. Not with Twinkling Titanite, Demon Titanite, or regular Titanite. You could reinforce the rest of your armor all day, but the masks would remain just as weak as the day it was picked up off of the ground. So when Oscar thrust his spear, it was of no surprise to Thomas that the weapon pierced the mask, and punctured the head easily. The Soul Whip faded, and the Legend fell to the ground, not quite dead.
"THE LEGEND..." It coughed, blood splattering it's chest. "NEVER DIES." Thomas kicked the Zweihander out of the GiantDad's hand, and stood on it's chest as he drew his claymore back, aiming for a swing at the neck.
"Sure," Thomas replied, allowing a bit of smugness in his voice. "What do you call this, then?" Not giving the Darkwraith time to respond, he swung. The Legend's head rolled away,and the body dissolved underneath Thomas' foot. "Right," Thomas said, sheathing his weapon, "Now for the church proper."
The trio forged onward, the hollowed Balder warrios posing minimal challenge one at a time. The Astoran knights dealt with the two that were in the main part of the entryway while Thomas occupied himself with the one hiding in the corner. It prepared a parry, and Thomas countered with Soul Whip. The tendril of magic snaked forward, and clung to it's armor. Thomas yanked backward, pulling the warrior towards him while stabbing forward with the claymore, impaling it on the blade. Shouldering off the body, Thomas gestured at the Berenike knight. "Okay. Here's the plan. One distracts, another attacks. when it turns to face the one who attacked it, another moves in to attack,and so on." They nodded, and moved in. Thomas blasted the knight with a soul arrow, doing no discernible damage but gathering it's attention. Solaire and Oscar fanned out beside him, covering the edges of the room as the knight charged Thomas. It's mace raised high, it slammed down on Thomas, only to hit naught but the floor as the sorcerer nimbly dodged. Oscar came out and poked, and the Knight swung it's mace at Oscar as he jumped backward. Solaire slashed at it's back legs, then rolled to the side as the shield slammed where he just was. Thomas gave a two handed jump attack. And so the pattern continued. The knight fell handily. The prophet then strode towards the altar, towards the Fire-Keeper Soul...
When he was struck in the back by a very painful sorcery, knocking him to the ground.
"Thomas!" Oscar cried out, looking in the direction of the bolt as he readied his bow. The Channeler looked down at the crew, it's six eyes pitilessly boring into them.
Damn it, Thomas thought. I should have remembered him. The Channeler lifted it's staff into the air, and began to chant. Shit... "Oscar, shoot for the head! Interrupt his..." Thomas never finished that sentence, as the Channeler didn't buff, as he suspected it would. Instead, it faded, and then split, becoming three channelers. Oh for the love of the gods! The channelers three then jumped down together, and engaged the companions. One took on Solaire, using it's weapon like a battlestaff, spinning like a dervish. One took on Oscar, attempting to impale Oscar with the forked end of it's spear. And the third took Thomas on, firing spells. Thomas charged foward, and ducked underneath it's blast, using his free hand as a bit of leverage to keep him from falling flat on his face. He very much scuttled along the ground in this manner, ducking under the barrage launched at him, and sliced his claymore at the Channeler's feet. It quickly warped away before he could get another hit in, and reappeared at the second floor. "You mother fucker," Thomas swore. Then it started dancing. "Don't you fucking dare!" he shouted, throwing a bomb at it's face, stunning it a moment.
Solaire was on the defensive, largely using his shield to turn aside his channeler's attacks, when he bashed, slamming his shield into the sorcerer's chest. He then ducked to the side as Thomas leapeed at it, slicing once, twice. He then gave a spinning jump, gripping the weapon with both hands, and decapitated the channeler, which fell to the ground. "Help Oscar!" Thomas barked, and started up the stairs, not bothering to get confirmation from Solaire. He prepared a Soul Whip, and lashed at the Channeler at the top of the second floor. "You are coming back down here," he growled. The channeler stabbed at the cord, failing to break the magickal link, and Thomas ran toward the altar, pulling the eyes of Seath to the ground. Pulling out the claymore, Thomas quicky stabbed it into the Channeler's head.
He crouched there for a moment, breathing heavily as the souls flew into his Darksign. After taking a moment to gather his bearings, he stood up, drawing his blade from within the channeler's skull. Wiping off the blade, Thomas looked around. Solaire and Oscar had aready taken care of the final channeler. "Any more horrible bullshit?" Thomas asked the general area. Thankfully, the sky did not respond to his query. That would raise more questions than it would answer. Nabbing the Soul of the Firekeeper, Thomas gestured towards the left side of the church. "That way," he said, "leads to Firelink Shrine. No bullshit along the way, unless you count Petrus." He then gestured to the other side. "There, there are a few hollows, and then a long pathway leading to a Bonfire, as well as a smith. I intend to get this shit looked at and repaired. Besides, I'd like a divine ember for the claymore."
"Woah woah woah. Hang on, Thomas" Oscar interrupted. "We've been fighting non-stop since the armored boar. Can't we go back to Firelink, and regroup for a minute?" He and Solaire looked pretty tuckered out, to be fair. And a couple times Oscar himself had been hit pretty hard.
"Oscar," Thomas began, "I'm not much a fan of backtracking, just for the sake of backtracking. Once we've taken care of our business at the Wood, we can go back to the Shrine. But all that's left between us and safety is three stupid little hollows. Surely, we can handle that." Without waiting for a confirmation from Oscar, Thomas dusted himself up and readied his claymore and catalyst. Thankfully, he didn't have to go far, as the clanking of armor sets informed him that both knights followed.
AN: When next we arrive, said company will be at the bonfire after a nice rest. I don't feel like making an extra couple sentences of filler for "and then they crossed the bridge" et cetera. We all know what's going on here. Rate and Review!
And yes, I know that the only reason Thomas beat the Legend was because he TOTALLY CHEATED with his whip spell and ganking the Legend, but you know what, a victory is a victory. Let's just hope the Legend stays out, because Thomas has stranger things on his plate... *Overly Dramatic Chipmunk*
