[ he could really probably just have this monster kill guy. but it feels a little wrong, even in the absolute scrambled egg concoction that his brain is right now. there's still a sort of pride in his madness. maybe the pride became the madness?
he stabs at guy again, though their monster friend seems upset at the interruption, swinging one of its massive paws at him—he blocks it with his prosthetic arm, which groans and crumbles under the force, but isn't stopped by it. ]
[ likewise, guy instinctively thrusts out his sword to stab it in the paw as it attacks sidon -- maybe his last remnant of sanity, trying to protect his friend from getting hurt worse, maybe even dying. or maybe it's just that he wants to kill sidon himself ]
[ either way, it leaves him open to being stabbed, which is what happens. ran right the fuck through!! that's a bigass trident ]
[ it is a bigass trident. it's really hard to stab someone with a trident nonfatally? it doesn't matter, because he's striking to kill anyway, though there's a moment when guy tries to—protect him?
what is he doing?
something reminds him that this is why guy lacks the resolve to be the last one standing. it's a moment of weakness, which is what he needs to be able to use his power. so he grasps at guy's mind, urging him to end this, finally.
another part of him feels... awful about it. afraid beyond measure. but this is what his role is—he was born to protect everyone. guy won't be able to bring everyone back, so he has to die. he has to die. ] —Please, enough!
[ magnus could do it. impaled (non-lethally). in that moment of instinct, guy gets run right the fuck through, splutters up some blood in a dramatique fashion. ]
[ he's still got brain blast. he can do something, save sidon from from the monster (save sidon from himself, end this) (save sidon, save sidon---), he starts to reach forward ]
[ then the mind control takes effect. guy's arm twists towards himself, making contact. ]
[ then there's just blood. all over sidon. all over the trident. all over himself ]
[ he feels it splash, and it's too much blood. he could've done this more kindly, more quickly—it's something he'll have to reflect on. a king can always improve for his subjects. isn't he a prince, though? ...well. he twists the trident, and pulls it out. the prongs are stained dark, and he can't see the color, but it feels red in all the madness. the monster doesn't interfere anymore, skulking backward.
just him and guy. does he need to stab him again??? damn. ]
[ the thing about guy is that he's insanely tenacious, even if he can't stand up to a zora warrior like sidon. he's survived this long on pure rage and grief for his sister, his family, his friends, his entire household. he's clung onto life for those he loved, because he owed it to them to survive ]
[ and sidon is no exception. even pouring blood, guy drags himself forward, his sword still clutched in one hand. he's staggering, barely on his feet ]
I...
[ he reaches for sidon's hand, vision swimming. he can barely see through all the red. ]
W-won't....
[ he thrusts the sword forward with his other hand, whether or not he succeeds in holding sidon's hand. whether or not he succeeds in stabbing, he'll topple forward. sidon can catch him, or not. his final breath is barely more than a whisper, gurgled ]
Won't... l-leave you....
[ he's a fucking liar, because Gailardia Galan Gardios --- Guy Cecil, is dead. ]
[ he'll catch him, of course. and get stabbed, sure. small price to pay for holding onto his friend as he dies, giving his hand a fierce squeeze while he thinks guy can still feel it.
i won't leave you. he believes him, even if he's a liar. at the height of this madness, he still believes in his friends. ]
You'll always be near to my heart, Guy.
[ he'll shut his sweet eyes and set him down before limping off to murder owner, too, yippee ]
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he stabs at guy again, though their monster friend seems upset at the interruption, swinging one of its massive paws at him—he blocks it with his prosthetic arm, which groans and crumbles under the force, but isn't stopped by it. ]
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[ likewise, guy instinctively thrusts out his sword to stab it in the paw as it attacks sidon -- maybe his last remnant of sanity, trying to protect his friend from getting hurt worse, maybe even dying. or maybe it's just that he wants to kill sidon himself ]
[ either way, it leaves him open to being stabbed, which is what happens. ran right the fuck through!! that's a bigass trident ]
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what is he doing?
something reminds him that this is why guy lacks the resolve to be the last one standing. it's a moment of weakness, which is what he needs to be able to use his power. so he grasps at guy's mind, urging him to end this, finally.
another part of him feels... awful about it. afraid beyond measure. but this is what his role is—he was born to protect everyone. guy won't be able to bring everyone back, so he has to die. he has to die. ] —Please, enough!
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[ he's still got brain blast. he can do something, save sidon from from the monster (save sidon from himself, end this) (save sidon, save sidon---), he starts to reach forward ]
[ then the mind control takes effect. guy's arm twists towards himself, making contact. ]
[ then there's just blood. all over sidon. all over the trident. all over himself ]
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just him and guy. does he need to stab him again??? damn. ]
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[ and sidon is no exception. even pouring blood, guy drags himself forward, his sword still clutched in one hand. he's staggering, barely on his feet ]
I...
[ he reaches for sidon's hand, vision swimming. he can barely see through all the red. ]
W-won't....
[ he thrusts the sword forward with his other hand, whether or not he succeeds in holding sidon's hand. whether or not he succeeds in stabbing, he'll topple forward. sidon can catch him, or not. his final breath is barely more than a whisper, gurgled ]
Won't... l-leave you....
[ he's a fucking liar, because Gailardia Galan Gardios --- Guy Cecil, is dead. ]
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i won't leave you. he believes him, even if he's a liar. at the height of this madness, he still believes in his friends. ]
You'll always be near to my heart, Guy.
[ he'll shut his sweet eyes and set him down before limping off to murder owner, too, yippee ]