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[attr="class","skulltitle"]導通抵抗

[attr="class","skullbody"]The forces of Hell bore down on Isaac, hellbent on ending him where he stood. At first, Hearth was content to keep Lucia close, intercepting projectiles with his Infernal Parade as Lucia caught and Endured close calls. But once, even through her Endurance, Lucia reached her limit, Hearth knew that the time for passive resistance was past. He set the Pachirisu down, softly growling a thanks, and then turned to face the incoming horde.[break][break]

Curling into a ball, Hearth began to Rollout, bouncing from target to target like a living pinball. The ground-type Golurk could have easily quashed this move, but Melly had intervened at just the right time to peel him away from the group. That left Hearth free to bounce between the rest, the force of his steadily-intensifying tackles smothering flame and shattering ice.[break][break]

Unfortunately, as Hearth focused on the elemental ghosts that his Rollout could easily repel, an unseen foe made his redebut. The Gengar, having hidden itself in the Golurk's long shadow, burst from its hiding spot to smash Hearth with a particularly intense Phantom Rush. The Typhlosion bounced a few times as he hit the ground, trying his damndest to stand but hitting the ground before he could even manage.[break][break]

At the very last, he'd done his job magnificently. He'd distracted the Butcher's legion of the damndest in spectacular fashion, and that left Isaac to square off with the big man himself. Even as fear gripped him by the throat, Isaac's defiant glare met the Butcher's own. He pulled the halberd back as far as he could, to the point where his own body started to lean back a little. He planted his feet firmly into the ground even as his legs shook like jelly. He took the urge to scream in terror and channeled it into a berserker's yell.[break][break]

The Butcher stabbed down with lethal intent. Melly reached up to block the knife. Isaac swept from the side to try and cleave the Butcher in twain. With everyone swinging at once, it was unclear whose blow would land first. For all Isaac knew, he would be dead before he even see if he had succeeded. Yet that was all the more reason to step forward and put his all into his blow. He readied himself . . .[break][break]

. . . for a strike that never came.[break][break]

Ash had stabbed the Butcher's body, and with it laid the phantom born of his hatred to rest. Without his mortal coil, the Butcher's hungering laughter gave way to desperate, confused rasps. The blade Melly caught turned to smoke in her hands, and Isaac's halberd swept through little more than cold, clammy air.[break][break]

It was over. The Butcher had been vanquished. The enslaved spirits of the manor, the children who lived in fear of his machinations, and the hapless victims that were snared in his web could all find peace. And that went doubly so for Isaac, who was damn near knocked on his ass by the force of his own swing.[break][break]

He blinked a few times, as if surprised that it was over. And then he started to laugh. "Holy shit, man. We did it. We made it!" The laughter was promptly shut off by pain. It turns out having a giant iron weapon fall back on your ribcage hurt. Who knew? "But let's be real for a moment. I totally could've taken him."[break][break]

Sure, Isaac. You tell yourself that.

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