Omen Vs Tarnished Finale

Tyr watched the man of old stand on his feet, swinging his cane to the left and engraving the ground with his force. "Thy arms seem frail and brittle." The two walk, rotating around each other while not averting their gaze for even a second. "Unavailable for one strike Margit's arm renders them useless. How pathetic."

(How he know my arms are fucked up?) Tyr scoffs. "Leave thy tail in the dirt." Tyr stopped and drew an arching line in the ground with his foot. "And savor thy words." This time, something was different. He focused on his naval, reaching into his spiritual space for one being.

"Agheel." The eyes of the dragon lights up in the darkness.

"What is thy request?" Agheel asked.

"Combine your power with my own." Tyr held his hand out to the dragon.

"...." With his pride crushed, Agheel felt reluctant to aid this man in battle. But recalled the results of their last bout and what he agreed to. What's worse than losing to a Tarnished? Going back on one's words. "I shall aid thee in battle for the respect of our accord." The claw of his wing reached out to Tyr, touching his forehead.

Back in the real world, his skin changes. Underneath the armor, his skin increased in density, becoming hardened scales in replacement for his tarnished skin. More visibly, the skin on his cheekbones were akin to the scales of a dragon. "For thy words will be last thee ever taste." His body leaned forward and boosted off from his original position. In an instant, Tyr closed the distance between Margit and himself. His pivot foot adjusts itself amongst the ground. Tyr raised his leg and sends the sole of his foot toward Margit's torso. The old man aligns the side of his cane with Tyr's foot, blocking it immediately. His feet sink into the ground more and grinds backwards.

(Didth he grow?) Margit wondered. His body slides back from the force of Tyr's attack. He forms holy constructs, gripping the dagger of light before launching it right at Tyr and simultaneously leaping back. His head lowers toward his knees, dodging the dagger. As he rose up, he propelled himself toward. Margit lifts his cane above his head and waited. Once Tyr entered Margit's range he let his arm drop. Attempting to slam the cane onto the head of Tyr's head. Tyr stomps the ground, he shoots off the ground and twist his foot. His body follows, dodging the attack, and lands a reverse spinning round house kick to Margit dome. The omen's body and head tilts to the left but Tyr didn't stop. His left foot drops as his right knee rises. He flips the direction of his foot and slams it onto his neck. Margit dropped to one knee and Tyr lands on the ground. Tyr backs up entirely as the Omen was disoriented by his attack.

(Hopefully this works.) He drops to one knee and weaves very familiar hand seals. This aids him to control his chakra better and transform it into a different nature. Chakra bubbles at his palm. (C'mon, mold it. Think of the time you were tased. Or electric eels.) Bolts start to fly from his hand as immense blue light illuminates his body.

Margit stands, stumbling to the right but regains his composure looked over at Tyr. "Wha-what..." He focused his vision and saw lightning forming around Tyr's hand. "That Tarnished... has't he ateth the heart of an ancient dragon?"

The sound of a thousand birds chirping roared through the cliff. "I must end him...now." Margit forms a hammer of light in his hand and balanced the weight on his shoulder. The large body man dashed at Tyr at full speed while dragging the hammer behind.

The skin on Tyr's arm began to grow lightning streaks from how strong the chidori current was. He winced but pushed through it. "RAAAH!!" Tyr extended his front leg and covered a large amount of distance between him and his opponent. Faster than he ever was before.

(He's gotten even faster.) Margit calculated where Tyr was going to attack and swung his hammer vertically downward. Tyr met the hammer once he was in range and launched the chidori at Margit's weapon of light. BOOM!! The shockwave creater from their clash blew away the swords and spears that were stuck in the ground around them. Sending them toward the Stormveil Castle walls. Sparks of lightning scatter and particles of light accelerate across the field. The man of enormous stature and the tarnished engulfed in ambition clashed. Tyr, who was struggling against the might of Margit was getting pushed back by the weight of this golden hammer.

"Our connection will falter soon. End this pointless struggle and take that omen's horns as a trophy." Agheel exclaimed. More chakra is infused into the Chidori to increase its duration. Begins to push Margit back but he saw something before his sharingan. The dismembering of Margit's hammer. Tyr lifts his hind leg up as the hammer dematerialized. Margit raised his hand forged a dagger of illumination, bringing down upon Tyr. But Tyr steps forward and jabs into the torso of Margit with the Chidori. Like a blade, the Omen's skin was pierced through. Tyr's hand plunged into Margit's body fucking with the organs inside. The dagger of light was lodged into the liver of Tyr.

While the electricity surged through him, Margit looked down at him while blood shot up his throat and put his mouth.

"I shall remember thee, Tarnished.

Smouldering with thy meagre flame.

Cower in Fear. Of the Night.

The hands of the Fell Omen shall brook thee no quarter."

The draconic features fade from sight, Tyr placed his other hand Margit to withdraw his bloodied claw from the grips of Margit's body. Leaving from the corpse of the Fell Omen, his body drops with dust following his body. Into nothing, his body disappears along with the blood spilled.

Tyr, physical tired fell back from exuding his chakra into the Chidori so much and blood loss. He fell unconscious from the results of the battle, his body absorbing the runes of Margit.

"You've done well, my beloved Tyr." Sòlas held his bloodied body in her arms, emitting a beautiful golden glow from the exterior of her body. Beneath them was a circle filled with a unique design of curved lines. Slowly, Tyr's wounds begin to heal.

_____________

Tyr woke up with a cloak on his body and warm soft feeling on the back of his head. Covered by two large round objects, he was yet to be met with the rays of the golden sun above. He sits up and stretches his body.

"Ah, you are awake, Tyr." Sòlas sat there looking at Tyr.

"Mmm.... Sòlas? What are you doing here?" Tyr asked.

"Apologies, I have been watching thy battle with the Omen One. At its climax, thy body was shattered and bloodied. So I came to thy aid." Sòlas explained.

"Now that I think of it." He felt his body and only felt the scar on the place he was stabbed at. "Thanks. I would've died without you."

In front of them was a fire set by Sòlas. Seeing this flame, Tyr pulls out the octopus white meat and used his katana to cook them over the fire.

"Tyr, I must alert thee of some rather important information." Sòlas shifts her whole body to him.

"Talk to me." He watched the flame roast his food to completion.

"Before thy victory, my trust in yee has't yet to truly surface. Tis was all but a test." She reached out to grab his hand, holding it in between both of her palms. "For that, I sincerely apologize."

He snacked on the octopus meat without a care in the world. "It's aight."

"For my apology, would it be alright if I take you somewhere?" Sòlas asked.

He polished off the last bit of the meat. "I don't mind."

"Then let us begin. To the Roundtable." His eyes became big when he noticed what was happening but the two were already fading into dust by the time he registered what was going on.