OOC: Wait, wtf? Trident Shockwave?
Getting sort of frantic. Mind if I end it?
Alvitor had tried a stealth attack, but stealth was obviously not his forte. He dodged backwards as Kyv cleaved through the air with the Trident.
What arrogance. But I'll show him. When he got close, Alvitor headbutted him, the tip of his helm shoving the Anubis a couple of feet. But Alvitor was tiring, and he knew that he would not last long.
But I still have one trick left.It was growing dark; the sun had just set. It was getting hard to see, and it would soon get harder. Alvitor knelt down and started flinging sand into the air crazily. Kyv looked confused as he could not see Alvitor amidst the whirling sandstorm. However, Alvitor's mechanized eyeball clicked once and switched to infrared view, seeing the tall, gangly, confused Anubis's form clearly. Then, Alvitor rolled around in the sand to confuse Kyv's sense of smell, always continuing to fling sand into the air.
Alvitor crept upwards to the Anubis slowly, obscured by both sight and scent. Kyv stood stock still, his ears and nose twitching and his weapon held poised. Alvitor tensed, his muscles bundled up tightly. He was half a foot away from Kyv. Then, he leaped, a tiger from the sandstorm. He tried to pin the Trident against the Anubis's neck, but his arms were tired. The two were locked in a struggle, their necks barely an inch away from each other, with the thin blade of the Trident between them.
For forever, it seemed, neither of them could gain any ground. The sands stopped swirling around them and their arms were still locked in position. Finally, Alvitor grunted:
"Truce?"
"Truce," groaned Kyv as he stepped back. Alvitor did not take advantage of the opening; instead, he fell onto the ground, as tired as he felt.
After a while, he limped back to the workshop. "Tomorrow, we begin my journey, he called to the Anubis."
Our journey now, he added as a second thought.
