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Region: The Great Chili
The farce of his wife has no difficulty luring Kirk back to street level, the swoop down followed by an explosion of stone and fire. The maddened knight rises from it, his vision red with the singular need to kill the Forgotten. All his years of training and careful methods of fighting have been washed away by his rage and grief. So when the Forgotten turns and charges straight for him, he does not think of the risks or what tricks this could entail. He sees an opportunity to finally cleave it in half. His sword arcs upwards in a flash of fire, and descends upon the Forgotten's head as it stretches out a single clawed finger to touch his heart.
The claw meant to pierce his heart stabs into his left side as the Forgotten avoids his obvious blow. Kirk, consumed in the moment, almost doesn't even realize that he has missed. He does notice however when the spell detonated.
Searing pain wracks his body and snaps Kirk out of his berserker state, but it's too late to do anything about it. Dust flies as he lands heavily on his right side. He is still coming to terms with what just happened when he rallies his aura to try and block the missiles that explode against them while trying to hit him. There's nothing Kirk could do about the other missiles that strike the buildings, except watch as they collapse into dust and rubble, the secrets within lost now forever. What am I doing? What am I DOING! With the aura barrier still holding Kirk struggles to his feet, a hand plastered tightly to the wound left by his recklessness. I'm a damned fool.