Okay I guess that wasn't a good idea. Maybe I thought we were attached to it somehow? Dunno.
Restore physical condition to optimum.
+1. Leg and arm bones of Ajax the Greater.
[6] ((holy fucking shit dice stop))
Usually, people wouldn't attempt to obtain the bones of such an elusive figure. Were they in your position, knee-deep (or, you suppose, neck-deep now) in shit, a giant skeleton running around on the loose, surely they'd settle for a haphazard replacement until the original bones from the skeleton were returned to you without fuss. Surely, to obtain the bones of such a magnificent warrior of antiquity would prove too difficult in your weakened state. Though you cannot die, you can be incapacitated, and thus risk letting the Giant Skeleton free. It would be foolish, difficult, and time consuming.
Fuck them. You're
Death.
You tightly grip onto your scythe, waiting for a few confused demons to come check in on your rather bland office to see what had happens. When one flies overhead, you suddenly swing the malevolent tool upwards, impaling the red-skinned denizen of Hell through the abdomen. It screeches - nothing on the level of your
Deathly Wail, but still annoying to the auditory ossicles - flying about haphazardly with pained curses. You drag the demon to fly past its friends and through Hell, second law of motion be damned, towards where you think Ajax' skeleton is.
It takes you six hours flying through desolate landscapes and seas of flame to get to where the Giant Ajax is, as it turns out you have to travel quite far to get to people born circa 1100 BC. You find the Trojan warrior, armor and all, sitting on a rock all sullen-like. You drop to the sulphurous ground suddenly as the demon gives its last measly breath. Oh well. That's what an abdomen wound does to you. Ajax looks up. You lift your torso up and hit the deceased warrior right in the chest, shattering his armor and the ribcage underneath. And then the skull. And then the- fuck wait no not the limbs you
needed those,Well.
You just rode a demon on a scythe to death for six hours just to shatter fucking Ajax the Greater for no reason. This will result in tremendous amounts of paperwork and you're now ridiculously far from where the Giant you actually WANTED to kill is. You are currently stranded on the section of Hell reserved for the deceased of antiquity, and unless some buttfuck demon flies overhead again, you're stranded there.
GIANT STATUS:
THREE-THOUSAND THREE HUNDRED MILES AWAY AND BONELYYOU STATUS:
AJAX STATUS:
SHAME HE DIDN'T WORE THAT DIVINE ARMOR, HUH