The Thin White Duke (for that was how he'd come to think of himself over the last few decades, not as Gerardo Gorm, or "Link Fox," and most certainly not as "The Worm") continued to struggle against Gaunt's shadow tendrils. The Shadow Chancellor was in his element here, in complete darkness, and at his strongest. Yet, he had never faced a foe of this level of demonic strength. Or, if he had, it had been quite some time. In simple terms, he was not used to this level of struggle against his abilities.
I will kill them all, The Thin White Duke thought, as he attempted to hold off a shadow tendril from his face, All the Vanguards, all the Strikeforcers, and then, oh yes, then at long last my brother, what fun you and I will have. . .
"You. . ." Gaunt stated very simply as he tried to drag the raging beast further into his darkness, "You shall finally be called to pay for your crimes. . .foul beast of the pit. . ."
The Thin White Duke laughed at this, how could he be a lowly beast, he thought, when he was so much better. . .than everyone else?
"HHHYYYAAAIIIIIII!!!!!!!" Lykopis' blade flew through the air and severed the Thin White Duke's head from his body. The still laughing head flew through the air of the darkened room and bounced off of a wall before rolling into a corner.
"That will teach you to mock an Amazon." She said sheathing her blade.
"I'm afraid I already know how. . ." The Duke's head crawled out of a corner of the room, it's neck regenerating as wisps of flesh, muscle, and bone carried it towards her.
"Athena. . ." Lykopis gasped out in shock.
The Duke's body continued struggling against Gaunt's tendrils. "Not quite the usual effect, is it?"
Lykopis couldn't tell whether it was the Duke or Gaunt who had asked, at the moment, didn't care. . .
