This chapter was written in collaboration with Scylla.
Scylla was awake – the Elezen could hear her surprisingly cheerful greeting as he made yet another round of pacing in front of the silent doors. Something about it gave him pause, and he turned to find her smiling at him.
Amon wasn’t sure why, but something about the look on her face gave him an uneasy feeling. He returned her smile just out of habit.
“So I’ve been thinking that maybe we need an extra boost of energy from the sunlight to help get the doors moving. If you’re not adverse to trying it one more time, that is. Morning will be upon us soon.”
“Why of course, Amon… “ Scylla chuckled softly.
This is too easy…
She waited for him to turn his back, preparing once again to light the runes up.
Almost too easy…
The white mage spun her hands around her form, drawing the earth into compacted stone. He turned to her just to see the first of the rocks impact his stomach, sending the Elezen crashing to the ground.
Amon’s instant delight at her easy compliance overrode his normal cautious mindset. In retrospect, all sorts of alarms should have been going off. But he was letting important things slip in this fluffy, soft new world. And now it would cost him.
Everything sank in at the last moment, his eyes growing wide as the aether stone crashed into him. The tables had turned and it was time to face the music.
…as in face down on the floor…
…where the Elezen crumpled instantly under the onslaught of magic.
Scylla gave a bright laugh as she walked up to the prone form on the ground. She took her foot, and kicked him over to the other side. The white mage looked down with a sinister smile, speaking in the Allagan tongue.
“Poor, poor Amon… Looks like your time is up. I think it’s about time that we went home, don’t you?”
Her face turned predatory as she swung her staff around into the bard’s face, knocking his mind into darkness.