Your Egg Hatched!

Your egg hatched!

The egg trembles and begins to crack. Slowly, a little head pushes the cracked shell away and the baby Pokémon emerges. It’s a Honedge!

GARLIC BUTTER HERB STEAK AND MUSHROOMS

OutOfSteel: I feel like poor Buster is being beat to hell lately. Honor Bound has him suffering through being impaled on a spike in a pit trap and Journey To Banora is going to have chipped/cracked and falling apart.

My poor baby is getting so much abuse.

Honor Bound

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While wounds inflicted upon living weapons are different in nature from the wound inflicted in humans, there is one element about serious injuries that still remains despite the nature of one’s existence...

Blood is the essence of life.

When humans are hurt and bleed, their life essence is leaking from their form and will eventually kill them if their injuries are not tended. With blades, being cut up, stabbed, shot, burned anything of the sort isn’t quite that big a deal as it would be for a human. As long as their true blade form remains intact, that they are not chipped or cracked, then damage to the human for is mostly aesthetics and an annoyance. Simply shifting back and resting in the true form while drawing on energy from the life stream is enough to cure wounds that would have long since killed their human masters.

But even weapons bleed.

It isn’t quite the same as human blood. Blood is just a facsimile of the real thing. Bleeding for a blade was to have their stored energy drain away. If the wounds were too great, they would be forced to transform back into their true form because they lacked the energy to maintain the physical one.

However, Buster’s situation situation had become darker than he could have ever imagined. He had started bleeding out faster than he could draw energy from the life stream...

...and the large spike that had been sticking out of his form had prevented him from transforming all together.

The first class SOLIDERs thad been on a mission in the woods to squash a wutai rebel force. Genesis’s transport had been late meeting up with the other two First Class SOLIDERs so Angeal had ordered his blade, much to Buster’s opposition, that he wait behind at the checkpoint for Genesis and the two 2nd Class that were their back up. So he waited...and he waited until a large explosion up ahead shook the ground. Fearing for his Master, the sword took off running only to find that suddenly, there was not earth beneath his feet and he was falling...

He had landed into a Wutaian Spiked Pit Trap.

One of the spikes had gone straight through his center, impaling him through the back and out through the chest. It would have killed a normal person instantly but because he isn’t a normal person, he of course was not dead...

Not yet anyways...

The spike was too long for him to push himself off of it and he had no hand hold to pull himself off. He was stuck and he was bleeding out...because it was stuck through him and unmovable, he couldn’t transform back into his sword form.

Genesis finding him and pulling him out of the pit was a complete blur. By this time...he was nearly expended on his energy. He was so low, he didn’t even have enough to make the transformation back. If something didn’t happen...then he was going to die like this, his soul would not be able to hang onto the weapon that kept him attached to this plan of reality. 

Don’t you dare die! A frantic voice echoed into his mine as he laid on Genesis coat on the mud. It was a female voice and it was familiar. It was the panicked voice of Rapier.

I can’t...I can’t do this by myself... He managed to communicate back to his sister though it seemed to take quite a bit more effort than normal.

Then take whatever you need from me! Just get up and fight! Don’t die here in the dirt like a dog. Go and project your Master! But remember...you owe us one. Both of us for saving you...idiot...

Forcing his body to move, he could feel the energy radiating off of the slender, crimson sword that was laying on the ground not even a foot from him. He reached around and grasped his hand around her hit.

All of a sudden, it was as if his body was on fire. Rapier’s energy was nothing like his own...not even like Masamune’s. Buster’s energy was kin to earth, calm and grounded; Masa’s was like the wind, quick and sharp, but Rapier’s, hers was wild and energetic like fire. Her power coursing through him was uncomfortable with the level of incapability but it is what he needed to get on his feet and fight.

Gasping he quickly sat up, nearing headbutting Genesis in the process. His heart was pounding in his chest and his wounds were half closed from the Cure spell that was used on him in the mean time. He grimaced as he red ruins burned themselves down either side of his neck and torso, having that orange white glow that matched Rapiers.

It was a horrible feeling, it reminded him of the time Zack had talked him into trying Crimson Cow and Espresso. It made him feel sick in his stomach and like his skin was crawling except this time, he was burning too.

“Stand up. If you can’t, you have to shift back to your weapon form.”

Buster stood up, grimacing as he staggered a few steps back, his head spinning with the magic energy he wasn’t accustomed to, the runes now spreading down his arms.

“Listen. You’re to stand with me, I’ll handle the volatile wildlife and you regain your strength.”

The blade swallowed hard and nodded. “I can fight.” he answered, a strong buzzing in his ears now. He couldn’t sit still, not like this. He felt if he didn’t move, if he didn’t try and fight like Rapier had said, he would be torn by her own magic.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

@firxga