Is there a Draft in here? Why yes, there is. A Fire Emblem related one no less.
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Endgame - Light, part 2
Dorcas: He followed after Lowen, Rebecca and Raven, and slammed the Basilikos down as hard as he could upon Nergal, tearing a gruesome hole in the robe and cutting into Nergals chest. Just like the others, he was sent flying back, and felt devoid of most of his energy, also noticing that the wounds they had inflicted on Nergal were closing somewhat. Nergals wounds weren't healed entirely, but he knew that this spell was the only reason he hadn't fallen to their attacks yet, as the wounds were no longer fatal. He could no longer stand, but he saw the remaining people preparing to strike, and knew they would win.
Jaffar: ..... Hmph... It's you, Jaffar? Turning your sword against me, your master? Do you forget who raised you? You are worthless. ...Wrong. I am a man. Oh, really? If so, then I will give you a man's death! Jaffar charged forward, straight into the life draining magic that Nergal had cast, and he readied his Killing Edge, aimed at Nergals throat. His energy was fading, but his momentum carried him forward, and he appeared out of the shadowy storm of magic, landing, and then unleashing a powerful uppercut that tore through Nergals arm. Jaffar then pulled back, knowing he could no longer fight, and also knowing there were others who could end this.
Renault: ...Nergal, do you remember me? Hah. You are... Renault. So you're still eeking out a wretched existence? I went astray. I listened to your honeyed words... I dreamt of the impossible... the return of a lost soul. But... what you gave me was... a puppet... It was soulless, nothing more than an empty vessel!! Just an empty vessel... Isn't that what you wanted? You desired to bring back your dead friend. you were my experiment, and I completed my morph. I'm grateful, Renault. Thanks to you, I gained power. You villain... You cursed him! Your crime can never be forgiven! I will end this with my hands. In the name of my lost friend! Renault knew of Nergals power, and he also knew how to avoid it. Dodging away from the epicenter of the spell, he then unleashed two blasts of the Divine tome he wielded, marginally wounding the fiend, but not doing any notable damage. He knew on his own he would have failed, but there was still one more who could finish this...
Hector: Nergal! I cannot understand you, Hector of Ostia. Why would you do all of this for Eliwood? Is this miserable thing called friendship really worth dying for? I don't expect you to understand. You've forgotten what it means to be human! Nergal! My connection to you... it's over! I'm finishing everything up right here!! Hector felt the might of the Armads axe he wielded roaring within him. He knew this next blow would finish it, and he struck with all the force he had. A powerful vertical slash ripped straight through the Dark Druid, nearly bisecting him. He lived long enough however, to utter these final words... Why? Why must I lose? More power... I must be stronger... I... Why? Why did I... want power? Gaa... Not like this... I will not die...like this. With my last breath...tremble...and despair. Hwah ha ha... Ha... ha ha ha...
Suddenly, a loud rumbling could be heard from up the stairs. Athos quickly healed everyone with the Fortify staff, and they all headed up, and no stared dead on into the face of calamity...
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