Vilgax vs Gura

His grip contracted, and he began to squeeze. Gura flailed with her trident. It scored Vilgax's side, but his densely coiled flesh was tough like rubber.

"Your death will usher in our freedom. Atlantis will cry out, first for human blood, and then for the blood of traitors. In the purifying flames of war we'll strip this creaking empire of its pretentious castes. No more following our patterned orders like mere ants. We shall exalt the truly strong."

Vilgax's fingers pressed ever harder. Gura could hear her own skull cracking. In desperation, she lashed out one last time.

"Hm?"

Vilgax dropped her. Gura's trident jutted from his eye. He removed it with all the consideration of a splinter. Then he drove it down twelve inches through the throne room tile. Gura's neck was pinned between its prongs.

- Proletlariet