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The Harder They Fall
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All those movies and television shows, the ones with huge monsters fighting each other, always looked a little weird to me. The way they moved, like they were pushing through thick syrup, just looked the slightest bit fake.
It's not fake at all.
I'm not slow, but it takes a greater effort to move when I'm scaled up to this size. So, when Blazvatan charges me, I'm not fast enough bracing myself. The crown of his head impacts my chest, throwing me off balance.
I feel my body falling backwards, as fast as I would normally fall, but at this scale I have farther to fall, and it takes longer. I twist my body so I can catch myself before I hit the ground.
Oh, crap! My soldiers are in the way! I might accidentally crush someone! I frantically look for an empty spot on the ground. There, to the sides. I plant my hands on either side of a group of Mipedians and brace myself. The impact of my hand throws sands in all directions.
"Move!" My voice booms as I speak, and I see several soldiers hold their heads in pain. They do scatter, though, rushing away as fast as they can-
I feel tugging at my leg, and suddenly I'm dragging along the ground. Blazvatan has a hold of my ankle. He heaves, pulling me into the air. A few seconds of weightlessness, and I land on my back in the sand.
Blazvatan pounces. I see him rise into the air over me, bellowing and bringing its four clawed hands up. I lift my knees to my chest, point my heels skyward, and brace my hands near my waist. As Blazvatan starts to descend, I push my lower torso off the ground with my hands and thrust my legs straight up into the air.
With a normal kick like this, the mass and upward speed of the legs collides with the mass and downward speed of the falling body. This kick is like a normal kick, with the masses dramatically increased and, while slower to scale, significantly higher speeds.
My heels impact Blazvatan's chest. I feel my knees start to buckle. My armor start to groan and creak, but to most immediate sound is the loud crack coming from Blazvitan. A fissure has opened in its torso, and red light is spilling out.
The warbeast tumbles off my legs and lands back first on my helmet. I shove it off and scramble to my feet.
Blazvatan opens its mouth wide, and lightning explodes from it. I feel my limbs seize up as the wave of energy hits me. Blazvatan swings an arm at my head as it climbs to its feet, and my helmet rings with the impact.
I feel metal crumble around my upper leg. The warbeast has all four hands crushing the armor. It hurts, bad. I grab the top of Blazvatan's head, hooking my finger in its mouth, and with my other hand grab its lower jaw. I pull as hard as I can.
CRACK!
The top of the warbeast's head comes off, and a shower of rock begin to pour form the headless body. It releases my leg and begins to flail about. I tackle to body to the ground and hold it there. Light erupts from the creature's wounds, and it begins to slowly dissolve, until all I'm kneeling over is a pile of sand.
I stand up and look around. Weapons are trained on the battered Drimesse. I walk over, feeling my stomach drop as the Fortissimo mugic starts to fade, slowly returning my body to its normal size. Drimesse stares up at me, quaking in fear.
I stop two paces away from the conjuror and fold my arms. "Your creations aren't invincible, Drimesse," I growl. "Neither are they infallible. You almost cost everyone here their lives, including your own kin."
Drimesse's eyes dart from side to side, and his mouth is frozen, like he's trying to speak and the words are frozen in his throat. Then he speaks, "I-I was prot-t-tecting us..."
I storm off and find the limp body of a conjuror. He's dead, crushed skull, trampled by Blazvatan when he was first summoned. I hoist the body into my arms, return to Drimesse, and lay the body in front of him. "I'm sure he feels very protected," I spit. "He's probably so grateful that you put his safety first."
Drimesse's chest starts to heave. His eyes stare at the dead conjuror, and his hands shake.
I am furious. I'm not done. He needs to be broken. "I bet that he wants to hug you. After all, you went through all this trouble to protect him from the Overworlders, protect him from the crime of doing absolutely nothing to harm you!"
"Prince Osiris," one of my soldiers says, "you can stop now."
I ignore the soldier. "Oh wait!" I growl. "He doesn't look happy at all. He looks dead! He looks like a warbeast stepped on him! Your warbeast!"
A hand grabs my shoulder. "Stop this!"
I slap the soldier away and grab the conjuror by the arms. "He's dead because you decided you were too important to obey those silly laws set forth by your king! Because you claimed you knew better! Now he's dead, and it's your fault!"
"Dad! Stop it!"
I turn around. Hera's standing behind me. She looks terrified. "Dad," she says quietly, "it's over. You don't have to make it worse."
I can feel the rage drain away from me. She's right. I'm not helping anything-
"Hey, don't-!" goes a soldier's voice.
Drimesse wails, "Forgive me!"
BOOM!
My heart freezes. I turn around.
Drimesse lies spread-eagled on his back. A cyclance lies beside him, still smoking. There's a hole in the bottom of the conjuror's jaw, and scattered around him are bits of skull and brain.
The edges of my vision begin to fade. The ground beneath my feet seems to sway.
"Catch him!" a distant voice cried out.
The ground rushes up to meet me. All I can hear, echoing in my head, is my voice shouting, It's your fault!
It's your fault!
It's your fault!
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"Defendant: Drimesse. Charge: attacking an ally of the Mipedians unprovoked."
I stare numbly at the ground while Iflar speaks.
"Defendant's status: deceased. Trial status: permanently on hold."
Iflar rolls up the scroll and sets it aside. Then he stands up and leaves the room.
I continue to stare at the floor.
It's your fault!
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