The Haunted Alps ~ Ashura's Shrine

[Okoye]

Ovan's lightning quick instincts propelled Okoye forward and into a graceful somersault that saved her from the ethereal onslaught of the invisible swordsmen, though the projectile slashes did manage to claim a lock of her hair as its prize..

She took a breath in a releif.. but her expression was vexed.. She was a step too slow to register the swordsman's lacerating strike and certainly would have been cleaved in two if not for Ovan.. This realization gnawed at her resolve and worried her into a sweat. How was she supposed to predict their movements if she couldn't see their bodies? Or their movements? Their weapons were visible, but their invisible bodies taunted her– leaving her intuition grasping at shadows. It dawned on her with painfully clarity that survival hinged on Ovan's guidance, reluctantly relegating Okoye’s role to that of support rather than assault. A misuse of her skill set in any other circumstance.. But before she could fix a response to Ovan–

“!!!”

The hammer wielding guardian simply stepped forward, winding up a sideways swing with an incendiary force.

–The guardian wielding it's mighty hammer surged forward, it's fiery aura promising destruction behind its swing. Okoye's eyes honed in on the impending blow.. She could feel the heat steaming from the head of the weapon. It bore a ghastly intensity that seared her mind more than her flesh or the frosty environment.

With a quick motion, she cocked her fist to her hip from her crouching position and unloaded a well-timed haymaker intended to parry the hammer strike with her knuckles enveloped in a shell of explosive spiritual energy. The collision generated a tempest of power that marked the shrine with etchings of the impact and also drove Okoye backwards on her heels, reuniting her in proximity to Ovan and the cross shaped scar carved onto the floor.

”Good.” Okoye leaned her head over her shoulder to discuss and plan with Ovan. ”Then don't waste any time. Choose a target and get in position. I can cover you–”

She figured her blistering punch would have awarded them a moment's reprieve, but unfortunately, she neglected to account for the third constituent of the Unseen sentinels. The scythe wielder moved silently, seamlessly despite the encumbering weight of their deadly instrument. She never saw them coming.. Okoye only felt the strike. A blunt and bludgeoning force that whipped into her abdomen and launched her body barreling through the shrine. It wasn't a lethal blow, despite the resounding BOOM that trembled the air after she crashed into the wall. She suffered several broken ribs, but zero puncture wounds. The scythe wielder moved to pursue its target. Tearing through the icy chamber with otherworldly speed. They were seeking to separate them, as if they were privy to the private channel in which they spoke. The shadowy tethers trembled and clicked with every decisive attack of the spectral sentinels. Lengthening. Twisting. And binding them further to their Unseen protocols.

[Ovan Hellgate]

The dual wielding guardian bore down on Ovan with their swords cleaving another ethereal scar into the floor of the shrine. Ovan dodge rolled to the side right out of the way in time to roll to his feet and catch the hammer guardian bearing down on him with a flaming strike scorching through the galactic darkness.

"Sh--"

Ovan's amazement got the better of him and he did a full body flinch he thought would be his last. Leviathan training had only just begun and he was mostly in the conditioning phase, preparing his body for the trials yet to come. In three weeks, he already felt stronger after going through the high intensity interval training Lana prescribed and administered. Though he had some experience in training, the true, life threatening nature of this journey brought him out of his element and made him break that indomitable spirit he assumed just moments before. He felt a bright light flash against the cheek of his turned, grimaced face, only to be overcome with shock in the next breath he took. He lived, and the hammer went right into the ground before him, exploding in demonic energy launching him flat against wall of the chamber.

"Ouch"

It was all he could say while recoiling from the pain. Sorith’s overwhelming pressure shot through his mind as he peeled himself off the cavernous wall. He lived, his heart was racing, and he knew he just had to move and fast. Ovan leaped over a horizontal slash with both of the guardian’s and made a dash towards Okoye following the perimeter of the chamber. The scythe guardian seemed to take personal interest in her, assailing her with an assassin’s technique. He wondered how she was faring if she couldn’t see their shadowy, fiery forms. Maybe she could use a second pair of eyes. And he had that in spades.

Ovan ran his hand along the wall by focusing Naten directly into his fingertips, seeing if the chains that morphed in and out of focus all over this haunted chamber could be interacted with. They coiled and restrained the figures’ energy and pulsed in time with their respective sigils, like heartbeats underwater. Against all odd, these mysterious chains rattles against each other and looked like they were soaked in the same energy as the guardians. As he made his way to Okoye, a grim smirk srawled across Ovan’s face.

[Okoye]

Okoye slowly struggled to her feet with her ribs protesting every breath. She felt the sharp pang of fractured bones shoot through her side with every breath she took, but she couldn't afford to succumb to her injuries. Even still she focused on her breathing; grunting and grimacing through the searing pain and honing her senses to their limits. Okoye still couldn't see her assailant outright, but she could sense their presence as it closed the distance between them. In seconds, the frost bitten scythe and its specter was upon her like a deadly whisper.

It happened in a instant. The guardian's sickle ripped through the air with crazed ferocity, slashing down at Okoye's head in efforts to cleave her in two. She only barely caught a glimpse of the frost kissed weapon before its deadly arc raced toward her.

With a swift pivot, Okoye twisted her shoulders and strafed the initial slash, allowing the scythe to swing past her face and crash into the frozen earth. But just as quickly as the first swipe, the spector quickly pivoted into a flurry of lacerating slices. It was a blinding barrage. Relentless and unpredictable, drawing momentum with every swing. Soon, the visual of its weapon muddled into a blur of color as the guardian sought to overpower Okoye with sheer ferocity.

Her instincts guided her well, moving her body with acrobatic grace as she evaded every lethal strike. But despite her best efforts, she couldn't dodge everything. Okoye winced everytime the guardian's blade sampled her flesh. Her thick, protective garments had been reduced to tattered rags from the onslaught. Both of her arms and legs were marred in crimson, shallow gashes from when she couldn't evade and relied on her tough skin to protect her vitals. But the look on her face was unburdened. Her resolve, somehow, seemed sharpened by the intensity of the battle. Throughout her calculated dance of evasion and defense, Okoye was fixated on Ovan's mention of “binding chains”. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see anything more than distortions in space. She couldn't discern the size of her target, let alone how to mount a proper counter attack..

”Ovan?!” She harped just as the scythe wielding guardian brought its weapon upward for a rising, vertical swipe– ripping up a wave of ice and debris. Okoye hid behind her arms, cross guarded while she leapt and dashed toward the scholar. He said he had a plan.. as vague as it may have been, and Okoye was willing to do whatever she needed to do to bring this celestial vanguard to heel.