Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25597877-20170112232225/@comment-26444332-20170128210731

With a surprisingly easy tug, the sword comes free from the stone, and immediately blazes with golden light in Bolster's hands.

This couldn't possibly be the Sword in the Stone, could it?... runs through his mind.

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Meanwhile...

While the other metas battle, Asariel and Gilgamesh find themselves locked in combat. With the screech of metal on metal, the ancient swordsmith jams their blades together.

'I'm being forced back... by a mongrel like you?' the King of Heroes mutters through clenched teeth.

'Against any other meta,' gasps Asariel, 'I don't stand a chance. Having a world of infinite swords can't ever let me stand up to a hero who had mastered just one.'

Their blades slide down, screeching against one another to lock hilts.

'But against you, it's different. You only have one power, like me, so all of my swords are ready and waiting for you. I'm always one step ahead!'

And with a shriek of metal, Asariel breaks Gilgamesh's sword, slicing through it with his own.

D... damn you, Gilgamesh thinks, summoning another sword to his hand instantly.

They begin exchanging strokes, breaking swords with every strike.

Another stroke.

'Damn you!'

And another.

'Damn you!'

And another.

'Damn you!'

Asariel knocks the sword out of his hand, causing it to fly up in the air. Time seems to slow, the sword hovering in midair for an instant before golden streaks slam into the ground in a line in front of the ancient King. He raises his head, red eyes blazing, to see that Asariel had jumped back a good twenty feet.

'Damn you!' he shouts. 'To think that an upstart like you may battle with the likes of me!'

As he speaks, dozens, no, hundreds of golden ripples manifest in the air behind him, red-gold flashes from each signifying his blades flying like machine-gun bullets.

Asariel grabs swords from the ground at random as he defends himself, pulling them from his mental battlefield and destroying both his own blades and Gilgamesh's in the process. Durandal, Hauteclere, Joyeuse, Almace, Balmung: every sword in history is being used on the field at the moment.

After what seems like a few moments, blue streaks, Asariel's blades, pull from the ground, spinning through the air to engage the Gate of Babylon, slashing through the golden ripples of light as fast as the King of Heroes can make them.

With a cry of desperation, Asariel charges, leaping through the air, and Gilgamesh takes a step back, clenching his teeth.

The swordsmith continues to engage the weapons coming at him, even while moving through the sky, blue and gold clashing as he comes to a landing and charges forward. Pulling weapons from the ground as he advances, defending himself in an attempt to get to the King of Heroes at close quarters. Gilgamesh clenches his teeth, golden ripples forming a massive dome around the running Asariel.

A massive explosion shakes the Absolute Reality Works, as Gilgamesh pulverizes the area surrounded by his Gate with enough force to crack the earth. For a moment, he smiles.

Then his eyes widen in shock, and he looks up, swearing through his teeth as Asariel emerges from the billowing ash and dust thirty feet in the air, rosy light forming around him.

'Rho Aias!' the swordsmith shouts through clenched teeth, the seven petals of the shield of Ajax the Great, one of the heroes of the Trojan War, forming.

Gilgamesh's weapons fire up at the falling swordsmith, the golden streaks cracking and breaking the shield after a few moments. Asariel grunts as cuts form all over his body from passing weapons, as electric-blue light forms his silver Yin sword in his hand.

Gilgamesh swears, reaching to the side, pulling a strange blade out of his Gate in an attempt to annhilate the First Hero with a single blow, but Asariel lets out a wordless scream of defiance as he slices off the arm holding the blade, skidding a little before his black Yang sword forms in his other hand.

Gilgamesh, blood spewing from his severed arm's stump, takes a step to one side to look at the ancient smith.

'I shall grant you this: at this moment, you have earned my respect.'

And with that, the King of Heroes is split open, shoulder to hip, by Asariel's black Yang sword. Light fills the view of everyone present, and when it fades, they find themselves back in the real world.

Asariel lies on the ground, collapsed, his twin blades smoking with blue light. Gilgamesh lies flat on his back in a pool of his own blood, lifeless eyes staring up at the sky.

Rushing footsteps alert everyone to the sound of approaching Stratigikí officers.