Summary: Ornstein and Tempest dive deeper into the Tomb of Giants before facing the second lord soul bearer.
(Author's note: So, this is the second part of the Tomb of Giants chapter. I am glad that I already have it, because I am going on a vacation for a week and will barely be able to write during it. I hope you enjoy!)
"You know, I think I have an idea how I can help you out with this skeleton beasts.", Tempest said and raised the skull lantern as they followed the path from the bonfire back to the cave.
"Oh?", Ornstein said. "I certainly hope it doesn't contain of storming in blindly." The grin under his helmet widened.
"No, it doesn't.", Tempest said, voice a bit sour. He stopped once the first beast came into view. "There." He took the lantern into his right hands and prepared a fireball with his left.
"Hm, not bad, little Storm.", Ornstein smiled. "That should give us a good head start."
"Hehe, I can get pretty smart if I want too.", Tempest grinned and hurled the fireball at the skeleton beast. It seemed to make a good chunk of damage, the beast coming stumbling at their direction bones still on flames.
"Then I wonder why you chose to be dumb almost all of the time.", Ornstein teased and leapt on the beast when Tempest was still shouting a "Hey" at his "insult".
"Is there anything more?", Ornstein asked, squinting into the dark. Maybe he should hurl a lighting spear into there, just in case, but Tempest shook his head and said: "Nah, I only spotted the two beasts."
Of course Tempest hadn't gone further than the beasts. But there hadn't been any arrows flying and he hadn't seen any glowing eyes in the dark, so they should be good. The both of them continued down into the cave. Tempest got them another head start for the skeleton beast down there and Ornstein took it down with ease. Once it was only a mountain of bones, Ornstein stepped back to let Tempest take the lead again. After all, he had the light source.
"I am so glad when I don't have to see another one of these in my life anymore.", Tempest loudly said as he was pretty much crushed by a giant skeleton coming from the ledge above. Ornstein instantly was on edge, grabbing his spear with both hands.
"So much for no foes around anymore up there!", Ornstein growled and dashed forwards to meet the giant curved sword of the skeleton. Meanwhile, Tempest struggled to get up, tasting both dirt and blood in his mouth.
"What was that?", he groaned and felt around for his Estus. The skull lantern had fallen out of his grip and landed near the area where Ornstein's fight with the skeleton took place. It was dangerously close to the abyss below.
"Oh no!", Tempest struggled to get up and quickly took a sip of his Estus before dashing over to the skull lantern, rolling out of the way as Ornstein stepped back to avoid a crushing hit from the giant skeleton. The hit was enough to make the ground shake and Tempest already saw the lantern falling into the abyss but managed to catch it just in time.
"Phew, that was close.", he said and turned around to see that Ornstein was a bit in a pickle. The fight on the small ledge made it hard for him to move around much and the skeleton liked to block his spear attacks with its big swords.
Tempest raised the lantern with his left hand to provide enough light and used his sword with the right to dash and thrust it into the skeleton from behind.
The distraction was enough for it to turn around and look for its new foe and that made Ornstein able to deal the finishing blow.
"If that place wouldn't be build at some cliff, that would have been nice.", Ornstein said. "I thought you said there wasn't anything anymore, little Storm."
"Slight miscalculation.", Tempest said and stepped back a few steps when Ornstein supposedly glared at him.
"Nothing bad has happened at least, let's move on.", Ornstein said. "Don't forget that you go first.", he added when Tempest once again appeared behind him.
Lowly growling Tempest was the first to go into the cave. Two more skeleton beasts were seen in there, standing rather close to each other.
"Use your pyromancy to get them and I take care of them.", Ornstein said.
"How many meals are this now, seven?", Tempest asked. He actually hadn't counted. He still hoped that Ornstein would be fine with getting meals, because seven hours of extra training sounded far worse than trying to cook a meal the dragon slayer requested. What could be the worst that happened? Tempest loved cooking.
Two fire balls and a flash of golden light later two more skeleton beasts had been reduced to bones. Walking the path first with a raised skull lantern to light the path, Tempest was the first to arrive at a hole in the ground with a ladder.
"It appears we need to go down.", Tempest whispered, not even knowing why he whispered. It was the dark of this place. It made even his voice sound louder than usual.
"I wonder what makes you think that, little Storm.", Ornstein half teased and slid down the ladder after Tempest.
Once Tempest's feet hit the ground, the darkness of the tomb lifted. Once he heard the clank of Ornstein's armour, indicating that the dragon slayer had come down right after him, he smiled and said: "Oh hey, I don't think we need the lantern anymore.", Tempest put the lantern at his belt. "It's almost bright here."
"I wonder, why.", Ornstein said. He hadn't been in this tomb for so long and the light didn't come from lanterns or similar things. It felt like the darkness of the cave just had lifted on its own.
"Hmmm...", Tempest walked along the ledge and looked down. "Maybe it has something to do with this bright area down there?" He pointed down and Ornstein stepped near the ledge to take a look.
"I thought I knew all of Lordran but I never have seen this area before...", he mused.
"It's fascinating...", Tempest said, following the ledge without removing his eyes from the brightly lit area. Ornstein walked next to Tempest, sometimes gently correcting his path so that he wouldn't stumble down and stopped as the cave split and a spacious opening invited them to go deeper into the tomb.
Tempest however still had his eyes on the area down below and followed the ledge with a slightly agape mouth.
Ornstein looked from the cave entrance to the little Storm and to the cave entrance again.
"What are you doing, little Storm?", Ornstein asked, hands stemmed into his hips. "This ledge leads nowhere. We should go down this cave."
"...I want to see the area down there more clearly...", Tempest said, still walking. "My apologies, Ornstein, I am coming back once I took a look."
"Fine.", Ornstein's arm went from stemmed into his hips to crossed in front his chest, his eyes following the little Storm who at least used a hand to feel the wall to make sure to not tumble down the ledge.
Tempest was fascinated by the sight in front of him. He could almost clearly see it. It was a large lake and a beach around the lake with sand almost as white as snow. Or was it ash? He kneeled down to take a better look, face in awe.
Once he heard a very certain sound however, he raised his head. As his eyes met the red shape of another Undead, an Undead who wasn't welcome in his space, he shot up, took a few steps back and then cried out: "Invader!" As soon as the word had left his mouth, he already had taken a hit by a mace.
Ornstein was at Tempest's side in a mere second and the small Undead could hear how his spear clanked against the shield of the invader. Tempest rummaged for his Estus and took a quick sip before joining the fight.
The invader turned out to be no match for their combined forces. Ornstein was strong enough to just break through any of their defense and Tempest could use this opportunity to let his own sword hit the mark.
As the invader fell to the ground with the distinct sound of an Undead getting transported back to the bonfire, Tempest kneeled down to pick up the remains and could feel how the humanity engulfed him.
"Someone you know?", Ornstein asked. Tempest shook his head as an answer.
"No, I never saw them before." He just wanted to get up when he saw that the invader had left their weapons behind. "Huh, strange, I wonder why this happens sometimes?", he asked himself and picked them up, showing the weapons to Ornstein. "Do you recognize them?"
Ornstein took a quick glance but then shook his head. "No, I don't. These are clearly human made weapons. Your friends at Fire Link Shrine probably can help you out better with this than I."
"Hm, I guess.", Tempest said and pocketed the weapons. It wasn't the first time Ornstein asked himself how Tempest could carry all this stuff around. Although he saw him put items into a bottomless box at the bonfire, Tempest normally didn't carry it around with him. Or did he?
"Just how are you able to carry so much stuff around?", Ornstein heard himself ask.
Tempest stared at him, then at his bag and back to Ornstein. His eyes were wide and he opened his mouth to say: "Honestly, I don't have a clue. It just works."
Maybe Tempest's bag was a bottomless one and he just didn't knew it. Ornstein shrugged it off, they had more important things to take care off instead of asking themselves how a scrawny Undead could carry around so much stuff.
"Oh, before the invasion happened, I was looking down at the lake.", Tempest said, pointing down.
"Lake?", Ornstein asked and his eyes travelled downwards as well. It was true, there was a lake. And a beach that looked like it was made out of ash.
"I didn't even knew there was such a beautiful place in Lordran.", Tempest smiled.
"What about Anor Londo?", Ornstein said, gaze still on the lake. This placed seemed almost... haunting. He involuntarily took a step back, suddenly feeling uneasy.
"Anor Londo must have been beautiful once.", Tempest replied. "But the Anor Londo I have been too has been long forsaken."
Ornstein knew that he was right and still the words stung. He had known for centuries that Anor Londo never would get back to its glory, but still, they tried. Even at this moment. Ornstein glanced at the little Storm, completely oblivious about the fact that his sacrifice would it make able for Anor Londo to bloom again.
But where they really doing the right thing?
No, Ornstein couldn't allow himself thoughts of these kind. This was for the greater good. He just had to carry out his mission, guide the little Storm to the First Flame and then he would be free to go where ever he pleased.
Ornstein forcefully removed his gaze from Tempest and turned around.
"Let's just go and face Nito.", he grumbled.
"Are you in a bad mood?", Tempest asked, feeling confused about the dragon slayer suddenly having such a shift in his tone.
"I... just want to get this over with.", Ornstein answered, one hand at the forehead part of his helmet, completely forgetting that he couldn't wipe the sweat of his actual forehead.
"Yes, I would like to leave this tomb soon too.", Tempest growled. "At least there aren't any skeleton beasts anymore."
Ornstein didn't answer. The sooner they would be at the kiln the better. "Don't get attached.", Ornstein whispered in his head to himself but another part in his head replied that it was already too late. Ornstein shook the thought off.
Soon enough they were back at the cave entrance. Tempest gasped as he saw a shining crystal lizard and ran after it. Ornstein followed him in some distance and watched with a blank face when Tempest ran into a skeleton tower and was promptly smashed. Ornstein took his time closing the distance to him as Tempest frantically rolled back and managed to take a sip of his Estus right after the roll.
Ornstein would never understand why these Undead were so fond of rolling around for evading, but it seemed to work. Probably had to do with their small size.
As soon as Ornstein arrived, one thrust with his spear was enough to make the skeleton tower fall apart. Tempest had managed to get back on his feet by now, his sword clutched in both hands, but letting it sink once he saw Ornstein had already taken care of the enemy.
"How often do I have to tell you not to rush off yourself?", Ornstein scolded Tempest. "And be careful, we are still not at the bottom. Don't fall in the pit next to us."
Ornstein knew that Lordran had been built on a mountain, but he was astounded just how high it was. Even from the Tomb of Giants, which was an area he thought would be the deepest point of Lordran, they were able to make out an area he never had seen before.
"The area seems barren...", Tempest said but didn't trust it. There had to be a trap somewhere. He better should be on edge. The "trap" already came into place when he heard the sound of a bowstring and then arrows came flying again, which he blocked with his shield.
"Again?", he sighed. "We better stay close to each other, Ornstein."
The dragon slayer simply nodded. As the two of them continued on the path, another skeleton tower emerged. "Again?", Tempest stepped back and cursed when he saw a second one, basically holding them in a pinch.
"That shouldn't be a problem.", Ornstein said, as he lunged forwards to dismantle the skeleton tower in the back.
"Well, you are stronger than me...", Tempest said as he had to find the right time to hit without being struck by an arrow or an attack of the skeleton tower. Luckily it didn't take many hits to fall down.
"Says the one who beat me.", Ornstein said.
"And died countless times while trying. I only won because I could learn to adjust to the situation.", Tempest grumbled. Ornstein had a sudden understanding.
"You died a lot, right?"
"I haven't counted.", Tempest answered. "Let's go. I want to take care of the sharp shooter."
Tempest was able to see the giant skeleton with the bow now. Another skeleton tower was in front of it. He sighed and braced himself for taking this one out first just as the skeleton tower vanished back into the ground.
"Huh, didn't knew they could do that.", Tempest said. "But that is the perfect opportunity!"
He rushed off and then several things happened at once.
The first was that he felt that another arrow got blocked by his shield.
The second was that the skeleton tower emerged behind him.
And the third that a force was kicking him off and the next thing he knew was, that he was over the ledge.
"Oh no!", Tempest cried out and reached out with his left hand to grab onto the ledge. He barely managed to hold on. From the sounds coming from above he judged that Ornstein had faced the skeleton tower so that he could deal with the sharp shooter in peace. Damn, if he had known there was another skeleton hidden behind the corner...
Tempest could see how the giant skeleton stepped closer and raised its large foot, ready to stomp onto the fingers that barely managed to hold onto the ledge.
"Ornstein, HELP!", Tempest cried out just as the foot stomped down and Tempest lost his grip.
He didn't knew what happened next but when he opened his eyes, he wasn't back at the bonfire.
He very much still was in the middle of the air and his left hand was hold by Ornstein who had the giant skeleton which kicked him down pinned at the wall with his spear, supporting his weight on it, so that he wouldn't fall off too.
And what made the whole situation worse, Tempest could see how the skeleton archer pulled its bow. "Ornstein, watch out!", he yelled and threw his sword in the direction of the skeleton.
The sword did nothing more but clank against the bones, but it was enough for the skeleton to get distracted and enough time for Ornstein to pull him back up.
Once Tempest had solid ground under his feet again, he fell onto his knees and breathed in sharply. Ornstein on the other hand turned around and faced the pinned skeleton.
"How often do I have to repeat that I am the only one who is allowed to kick the little Storm down some ledge?!", he growled and pulled his spear out the wall along with the skeleton and managed to hurl it down the very ledge Tempest almost had fallen down.
Tempest wanted to be impressed, but the skeleton archer had managed to pull itself together and a new arrow was shining on its bow, pointing at Ornstein.
"Oh no, you don't.", Tempest felt heat in his left hand arising as the fireball rose from within him and the distraction of the sudden heat was enough for Tempest to dash forward, pick up his sword and dismantle the skeleton archer once and for all.
"Impressive, little Storm.", Ornstein said, apparently having watched the battle.
"Not half as impressive as you. You saved me. Even though you know I just come back at the bonfire. Thank you. Truly.", Tempest said, feeling the urge to kneel in front of Ornstein in humbleness.
Wait, what had Ornstein said... That he is the only one who was allowed to kick Tempest down a ledge?
All the times Tempest had been kicked into a trap or a pit suddenly make him feel warm and fuzzy inside. This simply was the way Ornstein showed his affection. So Ornstein did like him after all.
He rose and grinned at Ornstein.
"What is that about? I only saved you because I wasn't in the mood to go all this way again. That's all.", Ornstein said, but his innards felt hot at that cute grin. "Don't. Get. Attached.", Ornstein told himself again.
"Yes, right.", Tempest said and his grin didn't waver. He had looked right through Ornstein. This was nothing but an act. The colder Ornstein acted the more he probably liked him. Tempest made a mental note to cook Ornstein one super special meal once they had received the second lord soul.
"It seems the path is ending here.", Tempest said once he stepped through the next opening. His eyes grew wide when he saw a "Pinwheel" evoke some fire and he stepped to the side as the fireball flew, missing him and fading at the wall.
A quick scan of the area revealed that there were at least three or more of them.
"Great.", Tempest said. "We hardly will have some peace until they are all taken care off."
"The first one of them was hardly a challenge.", Ornstein said, adjusting his spear. "Let's just run through and take every single one of them out. Ready?"
Tempest nodded and once the dragon slayer had counted to three the both of them started to run and slay every Pinwheel on their way while making sure to avoid the multiple fireballs that came their way.
Ornstein was right, the Pinwheels were hardly a challenge and so the room was cleaned of them soon enough. Tempest had the vague feeling he had been walking through water while getting to them. He had been so concentrated on following Ornstein and not get burned alive that he barely had perceived the room's layout. At the moment he was standing panting next to Ornstein, who stared at an area which was blocked by wooden sticks. A fog gate could be seen behind it.
"This must be where Nito is.", Ornstein said.
"I am not sure I am ready...", Tempest said. "Can we take a look around this room first?"
"...Sure.", Ornstein said. Tempest wondered if Ornstein had to mentally prepare himself too. Instead of the clear hatred he had for Seath, the dragon slayer didn't seem to have any trouble with the grave lord. And Nito had been part of the dragon war, right? Maybe it felt hard for Ornstein having to lay down an old comrade, that wasn't a mad dragon.
"Look at these skeletons.", Tempest pointed at a bunch of non moving skeletons that were locked in prayers. "Were they praying to Nito?"
"Grave lord covenant, probably.", Ornstein answered.
"...Aren't I in the grave lord covenant too?", Tempest asked.
"By complete accident.", Ornstein said.
"Yes, but like... it is the covenant of Nito, right? What will happen with it once we have slain him?"
"...That is hard to explain, but as a being of death, I don't think Nito can die. We just need to lay down his physical form for the lord soul, that is all."
"That sounds awfully complicated...", Tempest said as he strolled down the path to the river.
"Just change your covenant. Gwyndolin always needs new dark moon blades.", Ornstein suggested.
"No way, punishing sinners sounds scary.", Tempest said, stopping in front of the river. "By the way, Ornstein, are you in a covenant?"
Ornstein's thoughts wandered at this harmless question. Once... once he had been. As the first knight of the master. A golden sign given out to anyone who needed help, making him able to be with them even when being far away. A certain medal that had been offered to the master, earned for each successful helping out. But now, the statue of the master trashed, the master long gone and the last few medals being stuffed in a random chest in Anor Londo.
"No.", Ornstein replied after far too much time passed. He doubted that the covenant of the sunlight warriors still existed, with their leader long gone.
"Not even with the Dark Moon Blades?", Tempest asked as he continued walking and stepped into the river.
"My duty was to guard the cathedral, not to hunt down the sinners.", Ornstein replied and stepped into the river next to Tempest. The cold water seeped into his sabatons and Ornstein shuddered a bit. He had barely managed to notice it when they crossed the river for the first time, too caught up in hunting down the Pinwheels how Tempest called them.
"I didn't even notice how cold the water is!", Tempest said. "At least it isn't very deep." He made a few steps and stopped when something rose from the water. Ornstein readied his spear.
The thing rising from the water was none other than a tiny skeleton. And another one. And another. Soon there was a whole group of tiny skeletons.
"How cute!", Tempest said, hands on his face in delight. "Look at the tiny skeletons, Ornstein!"
"Be careful, you don't know if they are dangerous.", Ornstein said. He had lived long enough in Lordran to know that nothing could be trusted, even the most harmless looking thing.
"Aw, these are just tiny little baby skeletons.", Tempest said, turning himself around to face Ornstein. "What should they be able to... agh." Tempest screamed and raised his hand to see that one of the skeletons had bitten into his hand. And another in his leg. And a third one in his other leg.
"Get them off!", he yelled and shook his hand wildly in an attempt to get the skeleton off whose teeth had managed to bury deep into his flesh, right through his leather glove.
"I told you to be careful...", Ornstein said with a sigh but helped out by stabbing the skeleton that was stuck in Tempest's arm and then the ones who had bitten into his legs.
"Thanks...", Tempest breathed out in relief. "Oh, by the lords, there are more!" He picked up his sword and put up a fight alongside Ornstein. The tiny skeletons luckily got down in one hit, but they did never end. As soon as one of them had fallen, another one took their place.
"Little Storm, it's the water.", Ornstein called out. "They only can attack when they are in the water. Let's get to some ground!"
"Gladly!", Tempest ran to the nearest ledge and saved himself with a jump. Ornstein followed him and stabbed three of the tiny skeletons at once who tried to follow them on land.
"...I think I have enough of this place.", Tempest said and then. "Ornstein, I don't feel too good..." before collapsing.
"Shit.", escaped out of Ornstein's mouth as he kneeled down, finding the Estus on Tempest's belt and spilled some of the orange liquid in the little Undead's mouth.
"...That barely helped...", Tempest breathed out. Ornstein had his eyes on the bite wound. It hadn't closed. Despite him giving Estus to Tempest.
"Little Storm, these tiny skeletons are toxic.", he said. "We need to get it out of your body."
"Oh shit!", Tempest exclaimed, sitting up with great effort. He could feel the toxin in his body. The last time he had felt this kind of pain had been in Blighttown, where the hollows had been fond of toxic blow darts.
"Moss... Do I still have moss...", he said to himself and limply lifted his bag, strength having left him to do anymore than that.
"Moss... of course.", Ornstein exactly knew what Tempest was talking about. They had used moss to cure poison for centuries. He snatched the bag of Tempest and rummaged around in it until he found the kind with the flower.
"Take this.", Ornstein said, tossing it to Tempest who was quick to ingest it. Once the toxin had left his body, he took another sip of his Estus and the wounds vanished.
"I am glad that I still had some moss with me...", Tempest said. "Now you saved me for the second time..."
"...We are so close to our goal.", Ornstein simply said. Of course. He would never admit it.
"It's fine, Ornstein, you can say that you like me.", Tempest said as he sat up grinning.
"What?", Ornstein said, glaring at Tempest. "I am NOT attached to you!", he growled.
"What? I never said that.", Tempest grinned even wider. "I simply said that you started to care about me."
"Well...", Ornstein felt at a bit of a loss. "I guess... I don't hate you?", he admitted.
"I don't hate you either.", Tempest said and finally got up. "How about we challenge this grave lord?"
Ornstein nodded, glad to get this topic over with. So much to not getting attached. He was already deep into it, he cared for the little Storm. He shouldn't, but he truly cared about him. Enough to not let him die another horrible death and bringing him a step closer to hollowing.
He quietly followed Tempest to the fog gate. With a sword strike the wooden sticks fell and Tempest walked to the fog gate, nodding for Ornstein to come over before he went through it. Ornstein braced himself for the cold sensation and once they were through, they stared down a ledge. Again.
"This truly is the bottom of the tomb now, right?", Tempest looked at Ornstein.
"What are you waiting for?", Ornstein said as he gently tossed Ornstein in the direction of the ledge, the little Storm stumbling and falling down. Ornstein followed him.
"I expected this.", Tempest said with a grin but was cut off by the ear piercing scream.
"Well, here we are, this is Grave Lord Nito.", Ornstein said, grabbing his spear.
Tempest only could stare, eyes wide, mouth agape. The grave lord was wearing a cloak but below this cloak he could see skeletons, skeleton over skeleton, a mountain of skeletons! A few of them fell off and picked up weapons, ready to charge at them.
"Just how should we find the weak point of that?!", Tempest exclaimed, hands thrown in the air.
"Just strike, don't think.", Ornstein said and charged forwards, taking care of the skeletons that had fallen down.
"Easier said than done.", Tempest said, still parallelized by the fact just how Nito looked. As another one of these ear piercing screams was heard, Tempest had the urge to move but before he could actually do anything, a sword came out of the ground and tossed him into the air, he impacted on the ground with a thud. "Oh, ouch...", Tempest groaned, taking a sip of his Estus before getting up. Another scream but this time Tempest was prepared and rolled out of the way. Away from Ornstein who had taken care of the skeletons and now locked blades with Nito.
Ornstein didn't expect it but he heard a voice in his head.
"Dragon Slayer...", the voice boomed. "I never thought we would see each other again at this circumstances."
"I know.", Ornstein said through gritted teeth. Nito was strong for being just bones and put a lot of pressure onto Ornstein. "And I am sorry."
"It has to be done.", Nito answered. "My powers have nearly run out anyway. But I won't go down without a fight."
"I know.", Ornstein said. He asked himself where the little Storm was. He pulled back as Nito suddenly didn't extend any force on his spear anymore and almost made Ornstein fall down.
"Oh crap...", Ornstein said as he saw what Nito prepared. The last time he had seen this move had been at the dragon war and it could even take down a grown everlasting dragon. "Run, little Storm!", Ornstein shouted, hoping that Tempest would hear him as he got into hiding.
Tempest was locked into a battle with two giant skeletons at once. He cursed himself that he had managed to run into them, they had been in a far corner of the room. Gladly Ornstein was distracting Nito and so Tempest managed to take care of the first one and just had rolled out of the way when Ornstein yelled at him to run.
One look at Nito told Tempest that something bad was coming and he ran, followed by the giant skeleton. He wasn't quick enough and a wave of dark liquid hit his right boot, almost dissolving it.
"Aw crap.", Tempest said. That would cost a lot of souls to get this boot into shape again. And then he still had to deal with a giant skeleton.
"What are you doing?!", Ornstein appeared at his side. "Oh, another one of these." He sighed and disassembled the skeleton just as another sword emerged from the ground, Tempest rolled away just in time. Apparently Nito's screeches where the cue for this attack.
"This must have been all skeletons, let's go.", Ornstein said and stormed at Nito, Tempest followed him closely. The both of them hacked away at the grave lord, but all that happened was that skeletons fell down from his body, which then took up the weapons of their fallen comrades to fight further.
"I am glad we are using holy weapons or we would have gone overwhelmed quickly.", Ornstein said.
"But still, this is taking no end.", Tempest said. "Shall we hack at him until all his skeletons fell off? We will get overwhelmed sooner or later." Nito wasn't waiting for them to be done with his skeletons but continued to attack them. Tempest just avoided a sword slash by rolling under Nito as he saw something.
"Ornstein, look.", he pointed at Nito. "It's the weak point." He clearly could make out a bone where all the skeletons were attached too. If they could hit this...
"You are right.", Ornstein said, seeing it too. "But, little Storm, for this we need a heavy blow. We both have to strike it at the same time."
"What, but I am too small to reach!", Tempest screeched.
"I am going to kick you up!", Ornstein yelled back.
Tempest glanced at Ornstein and nodded. "Ready.", he said.
"On three.", Ornstein yelled.
"One... two... three!"
Tempest could feel how Ornstein's spear conveyed him into the air. He readied his sword and once he was near the weak point thrust it deep into, at the same time as Ornstein's spear which came from below. The grave lord screamed one last time and then collapsed, only his cloak remaining. And the warm glow of the lord soul.
Tempest picked it up, laughing in ecstasy.
"That was AWESOME!", he called out. "Ornstein, we took down a god!"
"Granted, his powers were already waning...", Ornstein said. "But still, I guess you can be proud of yourself." He smiled under his helmet. He couldn't deny that this felt good.
"I couldn't have done it without your help.", Tempest said. He saw a bonfire sparking in the cave and went to light it. "Ready to leave this place?"
Ornstein nodded but before Tempest touched the bonfire, he stared at a corner and ran off. Once Ornstein caught up to him, Tempest kneeled in front of an armour set. "Hey, the invader was wearing this.", he whispered. "Do you think they have been here before us?"
"Maybe.", Ornstein said, as Tempest carried the armour set to the bonfire. The little Storm would never stop hoarding, he felt.
"I think I ask Rhea about them later. If she made it out, of course." There was a bit of concern on the little Storm's face. "No, she must have made it out, I shouldn't worry too much."
Ornstein was silent. Tempest had made bonds during his time in Lordran and he already had felt the pain of having to lose this bonds. Ornstein knew this pain too well.
He also knew that the bond with the little Storm would end one day. They already were halfway there. Ornstein shook this thoughts off. He didn't want to think about this now.
"Ready to teleport?", Tempest asked and Ornstein took Tempest's hand, closing his eyes as the familiar nausea of the teleport hit him and they got carried to another place.