In an instant Captain picked up the Omni Bible and hurled it across the distance between him and Keeper Darnell. Zombie knelt down and plucked his hate rod seemingly from the earth itself, bringing to bear against the Keeper, savagery snarled across his face.
Zombie, caught up in Captain's blind pursuit of the book had led the Keeper right into the heart of the Wha Jasia Fragment, and now the ideal they had sought so hard for, may be already lost. Despair defined itself in the sure stance of Keeper Darnell as he bats the projected book aside and brings his shepherd's crook up to parry the hate rod.
Captain brandishes a sabre, swinging it overhead, his chest left exposed for Darnell to bury his heel in the solar plexus. Captain doubles over, the breath gone out of him. Zombie regains his balance and swings the hate rod low, sweeping the Keeper's foot out from under him. Zombie adjusts his grip to bring the rod down on the Keeper's face, but the Keeper traces an X in the air above him and the rod meets some ethereal resistance, the ensuing vibrations nearly rip it from Zombie's hands.
Keeper Darnell jumps from his back to his legs and hooks the hate rod in his shepherd's crook sending it flying, the maneuver pulling Zombie along with it, Darnell delivering a bone-shattering elbow to his face. Zombie spits a gob of blood and teeth onto the ground, the fight taken out of him momentarily.
Captain stands again, the tip of his sabre weaving in the air, moving slower now, leaving himself less open. He swings the sabre, the blades sings in the air but doesn't connect, Keeper Darnell dodging the blows as they swirl around him. A small smile cracks the Keeper's ancient face and Captain's sabre becomes a hive of serpents, twisting and writhing around his arm, onto his body. Captain falls into a fit of screaming, his body throwing clouds of dirt and grit into the air.
Keeper Darnell stands over Zombie, pressing the convex of the shepherd's crook against his neck, his eyes meet with rage so arresting he hesitates.
The hate rod comes down square onto the base of the Keeper's neck, bringing him to his knees, and the following blow to the head nearly kills him, blood swelling out his ears.
The serpents harrowing Captain recede into nothingness, phantoms as they were. Zombie collects himself, determining how bloodied his face is with his hand.
"H-how?" the Keeper groans into the dirt, "I couldn't...feel you..."
"I am not human," S.E.A.B.O.L.T says as it tosses the hate rod back to Zombie.
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