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Considering the Atlas heals Axis thing is Canon you’re going to see the reactions whenever I actually post this fic. I can however, offer you a snippet of the Glaives watching Atlas fall to his knees and burning as a Wall comes up around the fort they’re protecting.
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A towering daemon approaches and does not stop.
A towering daemon approaches and crushes any Glaive that gets too close and Atlas can taste the defeat in the air, can taste the hopeless fury running those the veins of his fellow Glaives. Even as their captain gives the order to retreat they know they won’t be able to outrun it.
Atlas doesn’t move as the those around him run, he doesn’t move when someone yells at him and he burns away the remnants of Regis’ magic with his own.
“Chthonia what the fuck are you doing?” Tredd demands, grabbing Atlas’ arm and trying to drag him away. Atlas stumbles at Tredd’s pulling against his arms and rips his arm out of Tredd’s grip.
“I’m saving your sorry ass,” Atlas growls and drags the device that power Lestallum’s Wall out of his armiger and slams it onto his wrist, the bracelet like device digging into his skin and causing him to bleed as he channels magic into it.
It lights up, brilliant and white and the scream tha rips from Atlas’ mouth is more animal than man. He can feel the skin burning off his arm, can feel the fire igniting in his veins and it hurts worse than before.
Still, he grits his teeth and bears it.
Still, the Wall holds against the miasma and attacks of the Diamond Weapon.
Still, he doesn’t hear what anyone is saying to him, doesn’t register the light peeking over the horizon until someone grabs him and pulls the bracelet that allows him to keep the Wall up off.
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Tredd watches, eyes wide and disbelieving as Atlas burned Regis’ magic out of him. For a moment he thinks that his foolish comrade is being noble, returning the King’s magic to him before they all die. Then Atlas pulls something, a bracelet it looks like, out of an armiger he shouldn’t have anymore and before Tredd can do anything Atlas slams it onto his wrist and it takes a second but then Tredd can see the magic lighting up Atlas’ veins and Atlas howls.
“What the fuck,” Tredd breathes, watching the skin on Atlas’ arm burn and peel away. Nyx comes running toward them yelling at them to run before he stops and stares at Atlas.
“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Nyx demands, “Nevermind pick him up, we gotta get out of here!”
“We can’t outrun that thing!” Tredd yells back, “We’re gonna die whether you like it or not.”
“No,” Atlas slurs, “You won’t.”
The other two men turn their head to look at Atlas, sympathy in their eyes and then it happens. Light bursts from Atlas’ core and they watch awe and horror in their eyes as a Wall takes shape around them.
‘What the hell!” Luche demands over the comms, “Who the hell did that?”
Atlas is still kneeling on the ground, white magic dancing over him as he grits his teeth and magic burns through his veins.
An attack from the Diamond Weapon strikes the Wall and Atlas winces but otherwise doesn’t move. Nyx doesn’t even think of it, he kneels down next to Atlas and gathers the other Glaive in his arms.
Tredd kneels on the other side of Atlas, all while reporting to Luche and the Captain about what just happened. Soon enough the other Glaives are there, gathering around their friend, their comrade who is almost comatose with how much pain he’s in.
Eventually, daylight comes and the Diamond Weapons screeches as the sun hits it and disappears. The empire retreats, and for a moment everyone is still.
“Get that thing off of him,” Drautos is the first to speak, “He doesn’t need it anymore.” The moment the bracelet is pulled off of Atlas Tredd can’t help but wince at the bloodied mess it leaves behind. The bracelet had needles in it, to draw more magic from the blood Tredd assumes. Regardless, the moment the bracelet is gone Atlas’ head rolls to one side and he goes limp.
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Considering the Atlas heals Axis thing is Canon you’re going to see the reactions whenever I actually post this fic. I can however, offer you a snippet of the Glaives watching Atlas fall to his knees and burning as a Wall comes up around the fort they’re protecting.
-
A towering daemon approaches and does not stop.
A towering daemon approaches and crushes any Glaive that gets too close and Atlas can taste the defeat in the air, can taste the hopeless fury running those the veins of his fellow Glaives. Even as their captain gives the order to retreat they know they won’t be able to outrun it.
Atlas doesn’t move as the those around him run, he doesn’t move when someone yells at him and he burns away the remnants of Regis’ magic with his own.
“Chthonia what the fuck are you doing?” Tredd demands, grabbing Atlas’ arm and trying to drag him away. Atlas stumbles at Tredd’s pulling against his arms and rips his arm out of Tredd’s grip.
“I’m saving your sorry ass,” Atlas growls and drags the device that power Lestallum’s Wall out of his armiger and slams it onto his wrist, the bracelet like device digging into his skin and causing him to bleed as he channels magic into it.
It lights up, brilliant and white and the scream tha rips from Atlas’ mouth is more animal than man. He can feel the skin burning off his arm, can feel the fire igniting in his veins and it hurts worse than before.
Still, he grits his teeth and bears it.
Still, the Wall holds against the miasma and attacks of the Diamond Weapon.
Still, he doesn’t hear what anyone is saying to him, doesn’t register the light peeking over the horizon until someone grabs him and pulls the bracelet that allows him to keep the Wall up off.
-
Tredd watches, eyes wide and disbelieving as Atlas burned Regis’ magic out of him. For a moment he thinks that his foolish comrade is being noble, returning the King’s magic to him before they all die. Then Atlas pulls something, a bracelet it looks like, out of an armiger he shouldn’t have anymore and before Tredd can do anything Atlas slams it onto his wrist and it takes a second but then Tredd can see the magic lighting up Atlas’ veins and Atlas howls.
“What the fuck,” Tredd breathes, watching the skin on Atlas’ arm burn and peel away. Nyx comes running toward them yelling at them to run before he stops and stares at Atlas.
“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Nyx demands, “Nevermind pick him up, we gotta get out of here!”
“We can’t outrun that thing!” Tredd yells back, “We’re gonna die whether you like it or not.”
“No,” Atlas slurs, “You won’t.”
The other two men turn their head to look at Atlas, sympathy in their eyes and then it happens. Light bursts from Atlas’ core and they watch awe and horror in their eyes as a Wall takes shape around them.
‘What the hell!” Luche demands over the comms, “Who the hell did that?”
Atlas is still kneeling on the ground, white magic dancing over him as he grits his teeth and magic burns through his veins.
An attack from the Diamond Weapon strikes the Wall and Atlas winces but otherwise doesn’t move. Nyx doesn’t even think of it, he kneels down next to Atlas and gathers the other Glaive in his arms.
Tredd kneels on the other side of Atlas, all while reporting to Luche and the Captain about what just happened. Soon enough the other Glaives are there, gathering around their friend, their comrade who is almost comatose with how much pain he’s in.
Eventually, daylight comes and the Diamond Weapons screeches as the sun hits it and disappears. The empire retreats, and for a moment everyone is still.
“Get that thing off of him,” Drautos is the first to speak, “He doesn’t need it anymore.” The moment the bracelet is pulled off of Atlas Tredd can’t help but wince at the bloodied mess it leaves behind. The bracelet had needles in it, to draw more magic from the blood Tredd assumes. Regardless, the moment the bracelet is gone Atlas’ head rolls to one side and he goes limp.
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