[ Kyle's voice is a reassurance - it has to be, because surely the Horizon wouldn't make him imagine that. It wouldn't know to recreate that first time they met, surely. The directions are enough to narrow in on where Kyle is. Until that shout of warning has him pause just long enough for the machine to catch up to him, and he turns instead of dodging with the knowledge it's not enough to avoid whatever's coming --
In some strange act of mercy, the Titanus hits him with the flat part of its blade rather than the edge which surely would've cleaved him in two.
It still sends him flying, and Claude hits a wall previously out of his sight with enough force to knock the air out of him. Something in his side gives in a way it shouldn't and sharp pain radiates whenever he takes a breath. But he's survived worse, has had more injuries compounded on top of what has to be a couple broken ribs and something wrong with a shoulder and a knee, and so he gets up with a grimace and his free hand supporting his side.
His vision's blurred slightly but there's no time to think about what that means or wait for it to clear. Freikugel's light reveals Kyle at a distance, he assumes, but then it reveals something else: where the Titanus should be, Nemesis now stands. And as formidable as the tall and rather broad figure is, Nemesis is still only a man. ]
You're still an incredibly crusty old bastard, you know, [ Claude informs him, but the insult's impact is lessened by needing to gasp for air every couple of words. It's fine. He's fine. He raises the axe in both hands as he limps forward and ignores the warnings from his injuries which get muted by adrenaline, and then Nemesis's weapon also glows because of course it does. Thanks a lot, Horizon.
No time to think about where Kyle is though he has to be out of the weapons' ranges as Claude swings the axe at the same time Nemesis goes to strike with his sword. ]
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In some strange act of mercy, the Titanus hits him with the flat part of its blade rather than the edge which surely would've cleaved him in two.
It still sends him flying, and Claude hits a wall previously out of his sight with enough force to knock the air out of him. Something in his side gives in a way it shouldn't and sharp pain radiates whenever he takes a breath. But he's survived worse, has had more injuries compounded on top of what has to be a couple broken ribs and something wrong with a shoulder and a knee, and so he gets up with a grimace and his free hand supporting his side.
His vision's blurred slightly but there's no time to think about what that means or wait for it to clear. Freikugel's light reveals Kyle at a distance, he assumes, but then it reveals something else: where the Titanus should be, Nemesis now stands. And as formidable as the tall and rather broad figure is, Nemesis is still only a man. ]
You're still an incredibly crusty old bastard, you know, [ Claude informs him, but the insult's impact is lessened by needing to gasp for air every couple of words. It's fine. He's fine. He raises the axe in both hands as he limps forward and ignores the warnings from his injuries which get muted by adrenaline, and then Nemesis's weapon also glows because of course it does. Thanks a lot, Horizon.
No time to think about where Kyle is though he has to be out of the weapons' ranges as Claude swings the axe at the same time Nemesis goes to strike with his sword. ]