As I reach the dreadnought, I jolt sideways dodging its charge. As I slide, I grow a series of claws on my hand, and I stab my hand into its second foot on its left side. 4 gashes form on its side leaking a less familiar red blood. Streaks of yellow line my path as the monster pulls with three of its feet in stone while pushing with the others on the opposite side.

I faint towards the same jolt as before, but after I take the first step, I catapult my foot cracking stone as I jerk through the air. The behemoth's front arms crush where I jumped from, yet I dodge its blow while slicing  with a clawed hand. Four more cuts appear across the other front arm of the creature.

I use the resistance of carving its flesh for torquing my body towards the ceiling. As my feet plant into the roof, a limb thick as a tree lifts towards me, but I leap from roof cleaving more wedges into its hulking frame, but the dreadnought torques its skull whipping an acid coated tongue towards me.

I crouch downwards while dashing forwards torquing my arm overhead. My claws hack through the monster's acid whip, but the force shakes its tongue flinging globs of acid onto my bare skin. Excruciating torment hacks my back before I grab a claw lining the left side of the beast's face.

I grunt as I pull myself towards its bleeding mouth as I plant both of my feet against its knobby head. I leverage the claw pulling with all of my strength before the limb breaks like a splitting an orange with your bare hands. A limb flings towards me from both sides, but before I smash against its face, I rip the curved tooth from its skull stabbing the talon through the left sided limb.

As I pierce the armor plates on its hand, I jerk  upwards flinging me downwards. I release the claw as the limb continues its trajectory. I gyrate through the air crashing against stone as patches of my skin rip of from the friction with the stone. I gasp as I look up, but I discover the creature's tooth stabbing into its skull with the armored hand stuck against its head.

Waiting for its charge, I breath deep, ragged breaths as my entire body burns from every building stockpiles of lactic acid. I no longer feel the skin on my back while I peer downwards spotting several streams of blood down my figure. I'm wearing down.

The behemoth turns towards me, but it no longer charges with a reckless abandon as before. It limp towards me with red streaking from all over its body. I hyperventilate soaking my body with oxygen as I prepare my assault. I will need to smash this monster before the entity regains the confidence for its assault. 

After a dozen deep breaths in rapid succession, I dash towards the creature, but right before I dash sideways, the monster spews the blood leaking from its bloody stump tongue. the red liquid covers me blinding my charge. I attempt slowing down, but a wall of iron slams against my left side.

My body crumbles against the brutal blow lobbing me across the room. Agony flares from my arm while the excruciating anguish from my shoulder  implodes my composure. As I tumble across the ground, the puncturing pains stabbing my mind remind me of having my exposed bones grinded against rusty, rough iron. 

I yelp in pain for a moment before  limping stomp resonate from the cavern's walls. I grimace as my will wilts in the face of such an overwhelming foe. One hit landed, and now I lay in shambles. The injustice of our disparity in powers minces against my sense of fairness.

But before I fall into despair, I focus clearing my thoughts from the endless pain as I center myself in this sea of suffering. I remember the life I wish to live. I remember the family I need to go to. I remember Allure cringing below in the cavern. 

As I convulse at my body's misery, I wipe my eyes of the red blood coagulating on my skin. The congealing goop peels from my skin at my force, so I open my eyes as the monster shambles towards me with weak steps. The tongue wound pours blood while the wounds on its side never scabbed over as the dreadnought's motions tear the clotting process. 

I shove the ground with my arm forcing my body to stand as another wave of torture emanates from my left arm. The limb hangs with a pendulum's swing as I grab it. I torque the arm sideways while manipulating my obelisk to regrow my ruptured tendons. After three seconds of complete strain, I clench my left hand having healed the limb somewhat.

The monster reaches me before I leap backwards, but the giant pincers my movements with its arms pressuring me into a corner. The remnants of its intelligence enable such tactics, but I own more than mere fading memories of sentience.

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The whole he  presses me into owns sharp stalactites and stalagmites on its borders, so I dash towards its two limbed side feigning an escape. The behemoth contorts its other limbs whipping the two logs of plated flesh towards me at a frightening pace.

I duck rolling into the cluster of rock spines evading the blow by a hair's length. The wind of the blow flings my hair as I stand kicking a stalagmite. The force ruptures the five foot spike. As I pick up the weapon, the creature grabs a spine with its front arm before it swings the weapon crosswise from overhead. 

Instead of dodging away, I alternate my strategy as I dash towards the monster. The demon torques its middle arm towards me flinging the open hand like a club of bone. I ignore his assault as I jab the stalagmite through the underpart of its jaw through the missing  bottom half of its jaw. 

The rock pierces deep into the creature's brain, and the life of its body leaves its movements. Unfortunately, the force of the limb never leaves the being, so a wall of mutant armor plate smashes into my right side crushing my bones.

Crushing pain and stabbing agony erupts from my own trampled bones digging their sharp edges into my insides. As I fly into the air, I flop shearing me with further stabbing needles of gruesome injury. I collide with a recognizable crevice. Fuck. 

I close my eyes as the horde of monsters turn their heads at the songs of sirens below me. While Allure may make no noise, the other sirens hold no such code. We're both dead.

Opening my eyes, I accept our fate, so I crawl through the hole. I leap from the edge of the cliff using my last bit of strength for strengthening my legs as I land cracking stone. My strength gives at the last moment, so my shins fracture as I fall forward, but I grit my teeth. I want to see her one last time before I die. I will see her one last time before I die.

As I crawl across the floor, throbbing of every kind of horrendous sensation consumes my senses. The sounds of slobbering abominations grows as I reach the edge of the pool. Allure howls songs of biting sadness as she holds my cheeks in her palms, but I place my palm against her face as I choke,

"I'm sorry...I couldn't save you....I know it may sound selfish, but...I wanted to see you before I die."

I cough blood from my lungs as they fill with the fluid. Allure weeps her purple tears as my vision blurs. Strength leaves me as my body shuts down. She pulls my face against her chest, and a blinding light of bright blue shines from her tattoos as her eyes bloom with the radiance of stars.

Her songs eliminate all other sounds as her lyrics come to life entering my ears with their meaning,

"Praise the fallen warrior before me. As he gave his life for mine, I give my soul for his."

Even the monsters dwelling in the cave stare at the display as twelve spheres of light appear around her. She fades into a blue aura as the energy leaks into me. Power floods my veins as sudden clarity and comprehension explode through my senses. 

I no longer feel cold. I no longer feel alone. I open my eyes as I stand upwards with Allure's words surging my efforts forward. As I take a step, ice crackles from my feet in sharp, multi-branched patterns across the floor. I stare at the ground as I breath outwards, and a stream of icy air flows from my mouth.

I lift my arms as I raise my head staring at my now blue gray skin. As I clamp my fists, the air around my vibrates. A forcefield of ice appears around me booming a high, piercing sound like breaking glass. Daggers of ice expand from the ice as I lift my left leg.

I stomp shattering my shelter shooting my spikes in every direction with the force of shrapnel from a grenade. Thousands of ice spines impale my opposition. Yellow blood splats across the walls before a flowing, red aura falls from the crevice.

A red haired girl laced in full plate armor shines in crimson as she brandishes a sword of blood. The aura around her expands as she says in a voice flooding with blood lust and exposing her disdain, "So you are what stopped an entire squadron of our troops. You may prove useful for our ambitions. Who are you?"

 I say in a resonating, deep voice that shakes the air as I emit a blue aura, 

"I am the cold of death. I am the numb of ice. I am the frozen might of broken passion...and now, I am your enemy."