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It was hard to describe the exact feeling of having a hand made of bone, it wasn’t that the whole hand was now a hard shell, more like a dense material was growing within my body and piercing out of the skin. The only reason my entire hand hadn’t been shattered, is because of the hole in it from the wall spikes, it gave the bone a way to grow out without breaking the muscle and skin, mostly…

It was still barely holding together, the pates of bone that had grown were now scraping against each other, and pinching my nerves, that “Doctor” told me all about the human body, and it was more concerning to know exactly how horrible what I was doing to my body was, was winning this fight really worth it? I could only even determine that if I actually won…

On that note.

I was being flung around like a doll, the God’s first judgement was to start trying to shake me off, first, this was extremely painful, my wrist felt like it was going to pop out of its socket, but it stayed attached. Second, it proved that grappling it like this was something it wanted to avoid, which only meant I had discovered a way to put this God at a disadvantage, the concept seemed silly, but I wasn’t going to beat a God by thinking Gods couldn’t be beaten…

That said, things were looking grim.

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“My my, it seems I won’t be able to shake you off without cutting off my own hand, that was your goal right? then I won’t fall for your trap.” The God yanked me to my feet, but kept its spear in between us, right at my heart. I never planned for something like that, in fact I didn’t consider that possibility, maybe for a human caught in the jaws of a demon or a large animal, but not a God.

“That wasn’t my plan, I just wanted to trap you in close range, you can cut off your arm, or mine for that matter, I am so weak now I’m sure you can kill me with one hand, even when you’re holding back.” That, seemed to provoke the God, so I moved the blade of Crownsplitter between its spear and my chest, I hadn’t looked at it much, but now I could see the sword was almost completely replaced already, and some spots looked even denser than others, even if the original form of the blade is fragile by sword standards, breaking it so many times proved that cutting an arm would be a simple task.

Still, If Crownsplitter wasn’t permanently broken, then I didn’t need to worry about overusing it, as long as it had time to regrow I would have a chance to block or attack at a strength comparable to this God. Though it seemed it would need to be broken quite a few more times before it was on par, as the God dragged the tip of its spear along the blade, shattering the golden scales all over it. “Holding back? You jest, you’re half dead, and I have suffered a small amount of damage to one of my hands, are you really underselling yourself that much?” It thrust the gruesome spear past me, and pulled it back, the flare of the blade catching on my armor and attempting to rip it off.

“I don’t think I’m strong enough to fight a God, I think you’re lying to me.” I strained to get the words out as I could feel my shoulder close to becoming displaced, even if I let my arm pop out of the socket to gain an opening, I couldn’t take advantage of it because neither of my arms could hold the blade then. I attempted to roll back my shoulder to push back against the pull of its spear but… CRACK

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My left arm went limp, this is bad, my right arm was preoccupied, as it was locked to the God’s left hand, meaning I couldn’t put it back where it was supposed to be. Crownsplitter disappeared as this happened, having no hand to be wielded in, I no longer had a weapon, while the God had not lost anything from this exchange, think… think!, what do I have to fight back now?, how do I still win this? I still have my legs…

I also have my…

3

“RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” I didn’t think I could make a sound like that, but I didn’t have time to think about that….

“Elias, have you finally stopped holding back?” The God of Lies made attempts to dodge the horn attacks, but each time, the hand that was grappled didn’t let it get the full range of movement, leading to multiple slashing and piercing attacks from the horn, as my head thrashed around, focusing on strong, and repeated upward lunges, attempting to impale the God with each one. Though I did not suffer no counterattacks, even as my hits landed, each one was met with one or more stabs from its spear, I tried to use my limp arm to block, or my horn to parry, but some still hit their mark, my chest felt like it was on fire.

I was on the verge of a heart attack, a very specific part of my breastplate was being stripped away, and as the God took one lunge back, the farthest it could be while still attached to my arm. I made myself smaller, hunching over to block my chest with my shoulders and head, I kept my eyes sharpened to a razors edge, the razor being the tip of that spear, a dirty spear, rife with poison, made of sharpened bone and connected with a brainstem, this murder weapon could kill me right now, or the next moment…, I needed to stop it before it reached my heart, since the God’s body was injured I hoped that would slow it down, and since it couldn’t get the full distance for a piercing lunge, this was the best chance I had.

I could only think of one way to grab the blade….

And then I would counterattack….

The tiniest point of white light shone for a moment, just a little light was enough to make the movement of the spear clear, I knew when it started, I pulled my head to the side, keeping it in corner of my vision the whole time, I had barely a fraction of a second to react, what exactly would I put in between the spear and my heart?

My mouth of course…

In one motion, the spear shattered the bottom half of my helmet, it hit the right side, exactly what I planned for.

Without stopping, the spear tore and ripped the muscle and skin in my right cheek, then right through to my left cheek, showing no signs of slowing down, except…

I bit down, hard, harder than I ever have before, my teath started to bend and shatter under the force, but I just bit down harder, the bone growth kicking in and stopping them from completely falling out, but that just meant I could bite down harder, before I knew it, the spear had stopped moving, stuck in place.

Not wasting my chance, I released my bite, sliding the holes in my cheeks up the shaft of the spear, advancing rapidly towards the God, I lowered my head and readied one, last, headbut.

I could hear the sound, a sick sound, the sound of killing, but I had done it, I ran the God straight through the eye with the very horn on my head, it did not make a sound after that.

I lifted my head, lifting its impaled body along with me, letting out ragged breaths, in a pool of blood and toxin, both of my arms were broken, my mouth was screaming in pain, but made no sound, only my legs worked, so I walked. I walk up the stairs, back into the world outside, and fell to my knees…

I had killed a God.

I passed out shortly after.