[feeling the heat of uriel's shadow, chandra dashes over to the object he saw: a bow, though formed of shadows here. it notably doesn't have a bowstring, but that apparently doesn't stop chandra.
and again, his own voice calls out to him (because he's really always been his own worst enemy), rising in a clamour—
there's a penalty for using another god's item. you know that.
your only responsibility was to fight. you don't need to do everything to win. you don't owe her that.
she'll fall on her own, in the end. why deny yourself the chance of oblivion, even for a moment?
what is this archangel to you, that you would break the rules for her?
the bow has no string, but with the powers of the shadow, chandra pours his own energy into it. a string of light forms, though with his right arm still largely busted, chandra's left to pull it back with his teeth; in the process, another streak of light appears where one would expect an arrow.
this might be overkill, he thinks, but it's not his fault vayu poured so damn much of his power into his item. and in this situation? who knows. he might need all the power that these shadows, out to kill them both, will grant.
as he continues to pull, gathering tension for the bow, pain flickers across his face. rot spreads across his skin, flourishing from the top of his collar and up his neck. it extends across his fingers holding the bow as well, but he ignores it, his grip tightening. if this is the only punishment for touching the bow, it's an easy one to pay. (in the end, he has no room to criticize uriel for defying her laws so often, does he?)
with that in mind, he releases. the streak of light flies... right past uriel! it does nothing as it fades into nothingness. can you believe chandra fuckin missed in this moment.
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and again, his own voice calls out to him (because he's really always been his own worst enemy), rising in a clamour—
there's a penalty for using another god's item. you know that.
your only responsibility was to fight. you don't need to do everything to win. you don't owe her that.
she'll fall on her own, in the end. why deny yourself the chance of oblivion, even for a moment?
what is this archangel to you, that you would break the rules for her?
the bow has no string, but with the powers of the shadow, chandra pours his own energy into it. a string of light forms, though with his right arm still largely busted, chandra's left to pull it back with his teeth; in the process, another streak of light appears where one would expect an arrow.
this might be overkill, he thinks, but it's not his fault vayu poured so damn much of his power into his item. and in this situation? who knows. he might need all the power that these shadows, out to kill them both, will grant.
as he continues to pull, gathering tension for the bow, pain flickers across his face. rot spreads across his skin, flourishing from the top of his collar and up his neck. it extends across his fingers holding the bow as well, but he ignores it, his grip tightening. if this is the only punishment for touching the bow, it's an easy one to pay. (in the end, he has no room to criticize uriel for defying her laws so often, does he?)
with that in mind, he releases. the streak of light flies... right past uriel! it does nothing as it fades into nothingness. can you believe chandra fuckin missed in this moment.
oh, and then a beat later, a giant swirl of wind, infused with darkness, strikes.]