Rose Blumen ~ Exogignesthai 435. Storm, 7

(Rose)

Thunderbolts rained over the land. A cataclysmic downpour was about to follow these giant sparks.

The clouds covered the sky heavily.

And out of them, ca out the beast, flying from that dark ocean.

It landed in the wide parking, heavy. I was far away, mind in shambles maybe, but intelligence still clear enough to act according to plan.

Being suddenly depressed didn’t make suicidal. I had laid traps, ready for this mont.

I guess the first symptom of feeling wrong was this ti having shitty idea like summoning that one in the distance.

Let’s see if I can still be up for the challenge I’ve brought to myself.

~

Rain followed. Thunder roars all around like a wider throat for the beast. Everything is dimr and numb.

And ahead, a demon with herculean strength is now on its guards, looking for .

It will hunt . Walls won’t stop him. Normal walls at least.

But the reactor building has so walls I want to try using against him. So walls here are sturdier than granite stone walls.

And so in this place are even poisonous now.

This fight, I can’t win heading straight on, sword in hand. Though right now I feel terrible I can’t do that.

It would really make relieve sothing to just charge openly, yelling like a beast.

But that would simply be a painful suicide.

I still want to live, and to be smarter than myself.

So Priest is actually looking for while I hide cowardly, and trigger now my spiral of traps.

My sword remains on my back, as my last chance and resort. Only if everything else fails and I get cornered will I wield it.

I summoned the beast here because I have the best advantage of the terrain.

I have knowledge. I want to win with that.

Sowhere in my murk that wants to act beastly, that spark of excitent rose. The one from an incredible ga about to begin.

One I shouldn’t have started to begin with surely, but that I then planned as best I could.

Priest is charging a building on all four like a bull. The ga begins.

~

Walls collapse. I’m far. But I’ve left baits.

I know enough about him, and myself and about T.I, to know how to proceed.

My baits are simply elents carrying my sll, my warmth, both in the material world and in T.I.

I created copies, looking like if you’re far enough, and likely blind. They’re just sculptures of random rubbish, with a few twists.

One of the twists is in the rotting fruits that sll like , in every way. The next one is in the radioactive pellets that I’ve crushed and sprayed all around them.

The buildings surrounding the compound all have with a decoy of myself or two, heavily loaded with radioactive materials.

From the distance, through a scope, I check that Priest does run, from one bait to the next. He does. Good.

The buildings collapse one after another under his mindless wrath. And I keep eluding him, to his annoyance.

He then rushes to the next trap like a dummy.

It works better than I expected. I thought he would realise they were traps after the second or third one. He’s falling for all of them. Still this was only the outer edge of the spiral I’ve set for him here.

I’m acting the real thing now.

~

The imposing cooling tower has an underground with large pipes, leading into the reactor main building.

This will be the exit and end point of the spiral. It’s rigged with explosives I’ve made from the artefact.

I want to trap him inside the radioactive core for as long as possible, leaving these tunnels too small for him as the only way out.

So the trail I activate lures him crescendo through the loading bay inside the main building, and into the core.

The threads I pull, open crates releasing a stronger scent of myself right where I want him to go.

And it still works. I expected to need to activate the fake glows and movents too, but Priest acts excessively primal today.

I see him rushing inside, crushing the remaining decoys, and rushing faster than I could ask for inside the main chamber.

His body struggles inside the small corridors for his fra, but nothing stops him.

He knows I’m just there, close by, so he rips his skin against the jagged tal of the walls, machines and pipes, just to get to .

He digs his way inside, madly. Blind with rage and pain, the monster just rushes into the last traps.

A kilotre away, under the rain, I’m snapping my fingers. A glow runs along an electrical cable, a thread at my feet. It heads to the building in the distance from which co loud rumbles and groans.

My impulse reaches the explosives that vitrify the building’s access to the core behind the monster.

The shockwave sends tremors in my legs. The tunnel he dug from a corridor is sealed behind him like magma.

He fell. He’s stuck inside that coffin now. And it’s very sturdy, even for him.

I hear violent pounds, even from outside. He must be breaking his bones against the walls inside that grave.

At so point he should find the pipes below his floor and attempt to flee from there.

I’m heading at the other end, trotting under the downpour. I see lightning in the distance. I’m mostly listening at the quakes coming from the building of the reactor core.

The cold rain washed my body and a good part of my nasty thoughts, but I’m still focused on the fight at hand.

I got in position. How long will I need to wait before he finds his way out of this poisonous room?

A long ti I hope.

And it will end.

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