Horus
We're caught up in a fight to the death. It's been a while since I've felt this amazing! It's finally time for the big players to play.
Every move is perfect. Every strike leaves us euphoric. Set grows in size until he is even larger than us, his iron staff the size of a boat's mast. His face flickers, sometimes human, sometimes the feral maw of the Set animal.
Our weapons clash. Sparks fly. Set pushes us off balance and we smash into one of his animal statues, which topples to the floor and breaks in two. We regain balance and charge, our blade biting into a chink of Set's shoulder guard. He howls as black blood seeps from the wound.
Set swings his staff. We manage to roll away before the strike could split Carter's head in two. That would've been a memorable way to go out. The staff cracks the floor instead.
The fight goes on, a dangerous dance that we perform surrounded by the disorienting symphony of breaking pillars, crackling walls and chunks of the ceiling smashing on the ground. There is another sound, too, in the chorus of chaos. A yell. Sadie's yell. She is calling to Carter, trying to get his attention.
Out of the corner of Carter's eye, we see her trying to shield Zia and Amos from the destruction. She's drawn a hasty protective circle on the floor. Her shields are deflecting the falling debris for now, but much more of this, and the entire throne room will collapse, crushing all of us. I doubt it will hurt Set much. In fact, he is probably counting on it. On us being entombed in here.
We have to get him into the open. But how?
A memory swims out of Carter's mind. Bast talking about her failure, describing her battle with the snake: grappling with the enemy for eternity.
Yes, I agree.
We raise a fist and channel a burst of energy toward the air vent above us, blasting it open until red light once again pours through. Then we drop our sword and launch at Set. We grab his shoulders with bare hands, trying to get him in a wrestler's hold. He attempts to pummel us, but his staff is useless at close range. He growls and drops the weapon, then grabs our arms. He is much stronger than us, but this isn't my first battle. As a god of war, you pick up some pretty good moves. We twist and get behind Set, our forearm slipping under his arm and grabbing his neck in a vise. We stumble forward, almost stepping on Sadie's protective shields.
Now we've got him, Carter thinks. What do we do with him?
Ironically, it's Amos who gives Carter an idea. Back outside the mountain, he turned Carter into a storm, overcoming his sense of self by sheer mental force. Their minds had a brief battle, but Amos imposed his will with absolute confidence, imagining Carter as a storm cloud, and that's what he became.
You're a fruit bat, we tell Set.