(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

The great asteroids floating in the void rolled, quiet and serene in silence...
The shattered remnants rained down on us. My focused was stretched, but I
was able to protect my allies from the brunt of it. Apple-sized stones rained
down, tearing through mortar and flesh with equal measure. Sohmein burst
apart into clouds of blood and broken antlers. The balcony lurched, the
metal framework supporting it twisted like stretched sinew. Even behind his
shields Trias flinched as meteors exploded against those crystal planes,
white-hot flames from the stars themselves.
The thunder of the storm echoed in my ears, and deafened as I was the
silence seemed all the more profound. Even Trias seemed shocked, and his
eyes widened further as he stared, blinking into the distance.
All that remained of the lemure army was a greasy black smear. Few scraps
would remain intact to regenerate.
Dumbstruck, Trias wasn't prepared when a plane of karach carved a long
scar across the blue plane of his shield.
Another two, from Annah's punch-daggers came from behind, blades aching
to dig into his back.
Above, Morte happily bounced away, a cobweb of cracking blue crystal
growing with each blow.
I'd had enough energy in reserve... and a final burst of concentrated force
streaked over Dak'kon's shoulder as I sped towards the fight, shattering the
barrier, shards splintering into blue-white light as they fell. Trias stumbled
back right into Annah's daggers, and she twisted them with a sneer. A twist
of Dak'kon's blade and Trias' palm was slit down the middle, between two
fingers. His heaven-forged blade clattered against the stones.
He fell to his knees, blood spilling from his lips as I pointed the tip of my
dagger beneath his chin.
"I yield to you this hour, mortal. My imprisonment has weakened me... in
my state, I am no match for you," he said smoothly. Pride still shone in his
eyes until Annah ripped the blades from his body non-too-gently, milking
out a cry of pain.
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