The two square off again. This time, the fight is so intense that they destroy the entire forest they are battling in.
Esquimo stares in pain, watching his friend fight his son. But as the fight continues, Esquimo knows that he must intervene before one of them ends up dead.
Cordayl and Abram stand across from each other. Abram is breathing hard, and Cordayl is just sizing him up.
Abram takes a deep breath and starts to focus all of his energy into his sword arm as he prepares his final attack. Cordayl smiles. He was thinking about ending this with the next attack as well.
Cordayl starts to harness the power of his gravity into his palm. "Ancestor's emotion. Shame"
Abram is ready to attack. He can feel the energy pulsing, but seeing Cordayl simply standing there with his hand open like he's expecting rain angers him even more, and he explodes across the forest to end the battle.
Cordayl feels it when Abram's foot puts the slightest pressure on the ground, and he takes off to finish this fight once and for all.
The two clash and a bright light blinds the scene as an eruption is heard.
Before the two could connect their attacks, Esquimo had decided what he needed to do. He knew how strong Cordayl was and needed to save his son before more damage could be done.
He just hopes that his old bones move fast enough.
Esquimo is sweating, fearing he might not make it in time, as he notices Cordayl and Abram close the gap by the millisecond.
"Save him. He's angry, but he's still your son." Esquimo hears his wife's voice. Tears come to his eyes as he grits his teeth and dives between the attacks.
Esquimo pulls his blade out and deflect Cordayl's attack.
Cordayl's palm strike roars into the air, the strength he was holding enough to knock the leaves off of every tree within the vicinity into the sky.
Cordayl is shocked to see Esquimo standing there. "That's enough, Cordayl. Thank you for defending me, but I'll handle the rest."
Cordayl snaps out of his anger. "I'm sorry, Esquimo, I lost my cool," Cordayl admits.
Feeling something spill onto his foot, Cordayl looks down and is petrified to see the blade and hole in Esquimo's abdomen.
Cordayl's eyes widen in horror as he stares at his friend bleeding to death.
Abram is behind Esquimo in just as much shock and pain as he withdraws his blade and catches his father. "NOOOO! Father, please, I am so sorry! I never intended this to happen. God no!" Abram cries as he holds onto Esquimo.
"No, my son, I am sorry. I went to right a wrong from the past and left you feeling neglected. But I was always coming back home to you." Esquimo explains, coughing up blood.
"I was doing the right thing. I just- God, what have I done?!" Abram continues to rock Esquimo.
"Abram, it's alright. I'm not angry with you, my son. I just want you to give Cor-" Esquimo's closing eyes widen in fear as he sees Cordayl, at peak anger, looking down on Abram.
Cordayl's black aura hides every feature but his eyes, as he has a look that can shake a demon, as he stares down at Abram, death cemented in his mind.
Abram's body is yanked away from Esquimo as he is launched into the sky at neck breaking speeds.
Abram continues to climb higher into the atmosphere, struggling to breathe as the oxygen disappears by the second. Reaching the last inch of earth's atmosphere, Abram sits there floating on the edge of space as he slowly starts to suffocate.
Abram doesn't question the feeling of death starting to invade his body. Tears leave his eyes as he looks upon the beautiful scene of earth he gets to witness. As he starts to blackout, he feels his body getting pulled back towards earth.
Cordayl stands there silent as his black aura spills on to the forest floor. Raising his hand, the emotions continue to spill out of every pour in his body. Then, the dark aura in the forest starts to make its way back towards Cordayl.
The gravity he is absorbing in his palm feels like it's being pulled from all across the forest. The naked trees seem to be attracted to Cordayl, leaning towards him at acute angles.
Cordayl stares at his hand. Looking past it to see the blood that has stained his shoe, his palm turns into a tight fist. As he drops into a stance, the gravitational pull increases again.
"Ancestors emotion. Unforgivable."
Esquimo's bloody body slides close enough for him to reach out and put his hand on Cordayl's foot.
Feeling the touch, Cordayl looks down, and the rage and pain in his eyes scare the shit out of Esquimo.
Cordayl still seems zoned out in his anger, but upon staring at Esquimo for a bit longer, he calms down.
As his eyes return to their natural state, you can see the water still heavy in them as he cancels his attack.
Kneeling down by Esquimo's side, Cordayl is speechless, looking at the hole in his body. Cordayl looks at Esquimo, who has a weak smile on his face as he extends his hand. Cordayl grabs his hand as the tears start to spill out.
Wiping his face, Cordayl tells Esquimo to hold on. He'll run him back up to Madam Madamn as fast as possible.
Esquimo chuckles. "No, Cordayl, the wound is too severe. My time has come. I will finally rejoin my beloved and retire from this plain."
Cordayl wants to argue, but looking at Esquimo's peaceful face, he knows he has made his decision and will respect it.
Cordayl's head drops as he angrily cries again. Esquimo squeezes Cordayl's hand to get his attention.
"Thank you Cordayl. This was an amazing last adventure and I have you to thank for that. Life will be a challenge for you, but if there is one thing I have learned about you, you will always come out victorious. Take care, my friend, and please catch Abram." Esquimo smiles as he finally passes on.
Cordayl sits there, stuck in the moment, too heartbroken to move, as he looks upon the lifeless body of Esquimo.
Finding his jacket, Cordayl takes it and puts it upon Esquimo. Picking Esquimo up, Cordayl places him on his back and pulls the hoodie over Esquimo's head before he finds the stream of mist and resumes to follow it.
Once they leave the area, Abram's body gently lands on the ground.
Sticking to the plan, Cordayl andEsquimo finally return to Esquimo's estate.
Cordayl lays Esquimo gently on the table and walks outside. Snooping around the shed, Cordayl finds a shovel and goes to work digging up a grave.
Cordayl finishes burying Esquimo, and his next move is to find a tombstone. Finding a good sized rock, Cordayl chops it up until it has a flat surfaces on all sides.
Picking up the heavy piece of rock, Cordayl walks back to the gravesite, uses his finger nail to inscribe the tombstone, and sticks it into the ground. He then places his hand on the tombstone before making his way back into the house.
After washing his hands, Cordayl dries them and looks for a glass to get him something to drink. Going to the faucet, he fills his glass and drinks it in an instant.
Looking down into the sink, Cordayl shakes his head and then searches through the cabinets until he finds where Esquimo keeps his liquor. Grabbing a bottle, he goes back outside.
Uncorking the bottle, Cordayl walks over to the grave and pours half of the bottle out on top of it. Swinging the rest of the liquid around, Cordayl takes a swig. A big swig.
Coughing and wiping his mouth, Cordayl sits on the opposite side of the tombstone, leaning against it as he casually sips from the bottle.
Looking up in the bright starry sky, Cordayl sees what he thinks is a shooting star and wishes he could rewind this whole day.
Closing his eyes, Cordayl starts to hear music and slowly begins to vibe with the tune. But upon hearing footsteps, Cordayl opens his eyes and warns the approaching person before they make it out of the brush.
"Today is the worst possible day you can ask for a fight. Consider that before you come any closer." Cordayl gives his only warning.
Out of the bushes comes GORR.
"I didn't come for a fight, Cordayl. I came for help."