I feel bad for having laughed at this. I think it's a shame I didn't have it on hand earlier, but I might still be able to find a use for it sometime.
…You don’t have your prescient instinct on which to fall back, so that prerogative paramount to your survival is obvious. Calming your raging heart and stilling your racing mind, you close off your corporeal sight to search the Darkness with your soul. You’re aware that acting with as much alacrity, and while under duress; you’ve not much chance of producing an especially profitable projection of the world around. Nonetheless – that’s of no consequence. Even achieving only a momentary fix on the Monster’s location should be sui-…?
…But for that blessed boundary below, burning with glaringly greater brilliance when seen with the eyes of your spirit; there’s absolutely no change. None at all.
Whether physical or spiritual, there’s only that same sight before your eyes – an already dismal universe, silent; further painted over with iniquitous night.
“It is fast. It has not run away? Is it not afraid? Rumia wonders.”
Everywhere and yet nowhere is the Monster’s mockery, aping the naïve nuances of a little girl’s mannerism. Even if this weren’t an obvious provocation, you’ve nothing to say in response.
You’re too deeply in concentration to spare any thoughts to its trifling failures at terrorizing you.
This is a battle that’s going to be decided in the next blow; you can feel as much in your bones. Though you’ve been deprived of your precognition, your inborn ability to always ‘know’ the proper path through a dangerous stretch that only one other
shares; you’re not without your collected experiences and memories, the ability to ‘remember.’ And what that acquired, artificial awareness’s telling you right now, intuiting through the medium of your muscles and sinews, is this – if you’re not able to land a significant strike on that Monster while you’re in top form and unscathed, can you expect a better result after having your movements slowed by accumulated wounds?
High time for a gamble.
Sheathing your knife, you take hold of your staff with both hands and respire – not as a man, but as a god. Your whole being’s been emptied but for your belief in Bishamonten and the rhythm of breathing you’ve so lately gained, its mystic cadence manifesting in the shape of shimmering sunlight. In rising off your knees to assume a reactive posture, that gentle glow’s following your fingers in a faint trail as you tou–”
You feel it.
You don’t see it, but you feel it.
The Monster’s life, rippling through the earth!
Through your fingers!
Through your arm!
Through your body!
You kick away in a back flip as the Darkness descends with the explosive power of a volcanic eruption. Impacting the point on which you were positioned but a moment ago, the transference of energy rends a huge fissure in the floor and makes the entire ‘mausoleum’ shudder. If anything, it’s an even more impressive display of power than that previous.
However, you’ve already won.
Coming to land on your left hand and the ends of your toes, your reaction’s to push off in a second leap, barreling at the darkness with right hand held in readiness; the staff in your hand’s a scepter of searing radiance as its strongly swung home!
To the power of this already-overwhelming strike is added the potency of the Sublime Golden Light,
magnifying exponentially the might of the ‘miracle energy’ suffusing your staff. The Monster isn’t just staggered or floored from your hit, it’s blown clear of you
and smashes into the wall with a sickening snap.
Silence returns to the pitch-black universe of the hallway.
…Your first order of business is:
[ ] Approach and make sure it’s dead. If you killed it, offer penitent prayer that its soul should swiftly enter again upon the Six Courses and thereby receive its release from suffering that much more quickly in a future life. If it’s alive, finish the job. After that, follow through with the same plan.
[ ] Approach and see if it’s still alive. If it’s not a lost cause, apologize and see about healing it with the ‘miracle energy?’
[ ] …What’s that stuck in the fissure?
[ ] Well, that’s that. There’s no point in wasting any further time with as contemptible a creature as this, so set off down the hall and see about finding Youki. You’ll keep a hand on the wall and maintain your breathing, so you’ve no need to worry in the event that it’s not dead and stupid enough to try at revenge.
[ ] Stand your ground and see if it responds to a question. It called itself... Rumia? What kind of a name is that? ...Why is it that all the women you've met as of late have such strange names? ...Or is it just that your parents were creatively bankrupt in conferring yours? Well, in any case... (Specify)
[ ] Do something else. (Specify)