In which Unamazing and UnamazingAnon do what they do best.
 
>You are Anonymous, marooned in Tartarus and fighting for survival.
>And right now, you are doing a hell of a job at it.
>You cleave through what must have been the hundredth eye so far, as Starfury's white patterns glow a light gold.
>Apparently, this meant that there was some element of evil to your enemies, at least according to the Mythology buff amongst the Dogs.
>The patterns glow gold when you fight something evil. Apparently the sword might even catch fire if the enemy's vile enough.
>"Then again," you remember him adding, "There are some myths that claim the source is one's own anger, or motivation..."
>All you know is that you're killing them with it, and far more competently than you'd expect to, considering your lack of knowledge on swordplay.
>For once, a surprise in Tartarus is pleasent.
>You smirk at the irony.
>Beckoning the rest of the dogs over, you glance back at them.
>You've been at eachother's backs for a good while now.
>They've each armed themselves with Crossbows, hammers or axes, and donned leather armor.
>Meanwhile, you just have your regular clothes and A kickass sword.
>this somehow means you have been taking the most hits, according to William.
>Apparently, he's been keeping track even during the heat of battle.
>You'd say he's full of shit, but ever since you'd discovered that the optic blasts fell under the purview of your insane resistance to magic...
>Well, let's just say you'd be roasted many times over if you were one of them.
>You gaze at the door, frowning thoughtfully.
>You quickly run through your progress so far in your head, turning and asking the leader for confirmation.
So we're nearly out, right? We've been tearing through rooms for a while now.
>The Dog you now know as Rex nods, yanking a stray diamond tipped bolt from the wall.
>"Yeah. Once we get through this hall..." he begins, indicating the door in front of you. "Dat'll lead us to the entrance into the courtyard. From dere it's out da main gate and back into da Wastelands."
>Back into the wastelands... You'd never have thought you'd find yourself liking the sound of that phrase.
>"Of course, dese next two sections are gonna be the toughest fights yet." he adds, as the others nod.
>You on the other hand smirk, glancing down to your blade.
Well, we've made it this far, right? It'd be poor form to stop and get worried now.
>Rex matches your grin with one of his own. "I never said we was worried. Ya humans give us too little credit, y'know dat?"
>He's got a point. These guys have all racked up impressive kill counts of their own during your conuterattack.
True.
>You nod, as they are pleased to see. Probably nice to see a human acknowledging their skills after the previous two or three have essentially shit all over their egos.
>You motion for them to come closer, drawing them into a huddle.
Okay, so, before we do this, I got a plan...
>Minutes later, you're in much the same position as before.
>Only difference is, you and your squad of fifteen dogs now have something of a method to the madness that's soon to come.
>You see your knuckles go white as you grip Starfury tighter, images of suffering and grief flashing through your mind.
>Whilst they strengthened your resolve, they also got your jimmies rustled.
>And as any worthwhile fighter knows, your jimmies must be stable if you wish to retain clarity of thought, at least to a certain extent.
>You might argue that your rustling has ascended past the point where it impedes the rational functions
>Perhaps you have harmonized with your rustling.
>However, now is not the time to worry about how it's happening.
>You need to keep a cool head, and tensing up like you have isn't gonna help.
>You take a deep, calming breath.
You guys ready?
>They nod, crossbows loaded and ready to fire at a moment's notice.
On three, then.
>You position yourself adjacent to the hinges, mentally clearing your mind of any doubts, worries, second thoughts.
>You are gonna do this.
>And it is gonna WORK.
One...
>You raise Starfury, and the dogs make one last check on their ammo and such.
Two...
>You shift your stance, so your weight is balanced better for what you're about to do.
Three!
>You slash downward, as Starfury slashes through the steel hinges with all the effort of a knife going through hot butter.
>A fraction of a second later, your heel slams into the door in a sidekick, sending it skidding into the hall.
>And as soon as your foot hits the ground, you charge with a mighty war cry that would make Leonidas proud.
>Immediately, the swarm of eyes engulfs you, as the hall flashes crimson repeatedly
>It's like a goddamn rave in here.
>Even as your vision sharpens and you feel the familiar rush of adrenaline clear your mind and body, you mentally nod in approval
>All the attention is focused on you, the screaming whirlwind of anger and death.
>Just where you wanted it.
>Away from the composed, quiet and equally deadly Diamond Dogs. Whose bolts tear into the swarm with frightening precision and power.
>The plan was simple: Whilst you drew the eyes' attention, relying on your innate magical resistance to tank their firepower and your agility to keep yourself away from any maws that got too close, the Diamond Dogs would cut down their numbers with impunity, their powerful crossbows sending diamond tipped death into, and in many cases, /through/ the swarm.
>And so far, things were working very well.
>With each eye dead, you were one step closer to freedom, had one less enemy to worry about, and you vented a bit of righteous fury.
>You soon lose yourself in the flow of battle, almost in a trancelike state as you dodge, spin, slash, and stab at the eyes, as piles of dead begin to build.
>So caught in the rhythm you are, you don't even notice a bolt nick the bridge of your nose as it passes by, punching through an eye beside you and burying itself into another.
>With another war cry, you take a cue from Link and spin on the balls of your feet, as your black blade leaves a golden glowing trail in the air as it smoothly slides through each enemy.
>Taking advantage of your brief moment of respite this earns, you throw your arms up in the classic "come at me bro" pose.
C'mon, step it up!
>All too happy to oblige, a maw clamps down on your left arm.
>Hyped up on adrenaline as you are, it takes you a while to notice the pain.
>During this time, you stare curiously at the eye in question.
>It's not until you feel a warm trickling sensation down the length of your arm that everything clicks.
>You are bleeding.
>Why are you bleeding?
>Because this smartass decided to put those sharp teeth of his to good use and bite you.
>Oh.
>...
>FUCKDAMMITPISSHITCUNTDICKS
>THIS /HURTS/.
>Gritting your teeth through the pain, you bisect the eye horizontally, almost skinning your arm in the process.
>you guess you'll have to pull out the teeth later.
>With another shout full of vigorous lust for battle, you dive into the fray once more.
>Twisting,
>Stabbing,
>Slashing,
>Screaming.
>You fall into the rhythm of combat once more, a maelstrom of hot fury and cold steel.
>after the rhythm breaks once more, you evaluate the situation.
>all of four minutes have passed since you begun to fight.
>And now, a mere fifteen eyeballs are left, much to your weary pleasure.
>Zipping out of reach, they quickly merge into an eyeball the size of your torso.
>At this point, you are panting, your seemingly boundless energy having burned up.
>Of course, since this is a creature of Tartarus, and therefore an asshole, it decides to try and zap you whilst you're cooling down.
>As always, you are unaffected beyond irritation.
>However, before you can express this, a volley of bolt slam into the eye, and it dies.
>Miffed, you give it a half-hearted punt as the dogs emerge from the room, excitedly chattering about how succesful the plan turned out to be.
>You turn to face them, giving a thumbs up.
Told ya it'd work.
>All that yelling has left your voice hoarse.
>"I'll admit, I had my doubts about you goin' out dere all on yer own." Rex says with a chuckle. "Guess I shoulda known better, what with you bein' a human an' all."
>You grin.
We're a stubborn bunch like that.
>"Stubborn or not, I'm not sure it's gonna work dis go 'round..." William says, gazing out the window with a look of mild terror on his face.
>Curious, you walk over and have a look for yourself.
Oh.
>Wonderful.
>The eyes have re-merged into one massive one once more.
>And things were beginning to look up for today.
>Without warning, the massive eyeball turns to face your window...
>And an orb of red thunder forms at the pupil.