Corvo’s last stand

Tagged as Corvo Attano, Emily Kaldwin, Delilah Copperspoon

Creator: Tea

Description:

how do I give corvo a cool last stand fight without fridging emily

what if corvo gets piled on, and delilah zeroes in on emily and is like fight me bitch, daddy can't help you now - and so they have to watch each other go down being stuck across the room. delilah's not expecting emily's proficiency in fighting and is a bit caught off guard, she thought it was gonna be easy. delilah being like, "if these guards kill you they'll join me in fighting emily", so by killing like 30 guards he is lessening her load.

kills all of them, coevered in blood, can't tell how much of the blood is his blood or his opponent's , he look sat delilah with a grimace, he takes a step towrards her delilah just uses her projectile attack at corvo, which leaves her open for emily to finish her. dso emily gets this moment of like triumph and then realizes and loks to her right to see crovo slumped against a wall. corvo gets a sizck montage of like dodging htis and finishing guards with a lot of speed but in doing this getting cut the fUCK up.

that's what gives delilah the opening to take her down, as she lunges for Corvo being like "FATHER"

em is still very inexperienced? so she's barely hanging on against delilah anyways. i've always imagined her getting honed like a fucking knife over the course of dh2 as she's dead set on taking delilah down, and adding that they've already fought once and emily lost and got a very clear taste of how deadly delilah is just makes that more tasty

He should be like that old. At that point the coup isnt magic or anything its just a bunch of generals n shit trting to enact their own dictatorship with like 60 guards.

Emily's fully come into her own so shes ready to kill all of them so they like fight together. Im imagining like they do highly coordinated shit back to backcl. Corvo casually bringing his blade back to kill emily's adversary and ems like "i can do this myself".

They just keep coming for a while, until they're both exauhsted and cut up, Corvo looks at emily and gives like a genuine smile, which is rare with corvo.

Then he uses bend time (ik marks dissapeared after doto but fuck you). Quickly he moves through them killing as quickly and eleganty. Emily helps at first but as time goes on the pain from using the maek is too great so she stops and "freezes", but she can watch. As the time within the frozen time drags on the mark burns more and more of him away, but it seems like he's barely noticing, too busy making sure emilys safe.

Suddenly time resumes and all of them die at once, corvos lies still, his skin from his neck to his left arm charred black , and steam eminarinf off of him.

I like the idea that like. He couldve taken them all in his prime, or he could've held bend tome for longer, but old age and lack of training required him to do a final bend time.

Old man Corvo has become even more grizzled in his with the years that have passed, he has less time for bullshit and pleasantries and the decorum of royal life, he's even more pragmatic than he is in dh2. He does that thing that old people do sometimes where they just do not give a FUCK, no filter, no holding back, his years left are limited he knows this, his bones ache, his body is worn down from years of abuse, if someone needs killing, they need killing, matter of fact, ene of discussion. A man at the end of his years has so much less to lose than a young man, Corvo knows his life is run, he's in his twilight, these mislead boys, children doing the bidding of generals have no idea how poorly they gambled the years they could have had. He doesnt want to kill them, but he has no more mercy in him, no time left for it, if their wounds are not fatal, they can live, if they run, they can live. Those are his terms for this fight. The years of practice mean the fight is an instinct, a reaction, but his body cant keep up with his heart, he hides it well because he knows if they see his weakness, they'll abuse it, and he dies here and now, he doesnt want to die now, he'e so hungry for those last years with Emily, with his daughter, for one more bottle of good wine, one more good meal, one more sunset. So he hides the ache in his shoulder, he adjusts his stance to hide his weak knees and aching wrist...

"One last time" he thinks, one last gift from that black eyed bastard, bend time, he flows through them like a river, dancing through their swipes and swings and stabs, the slowed ticking clock gives him what he needs, an advantage, he can feel how long he has, he remebers how long this will last, try as hard as he did, you don't forget a feeling like this. He counts it out in his head, each beat of his heart helps him keep rythm, each step and slice of those who would rise against him is another bar of this symphony, he tracks how many he's removed from the figh, 1, 3, 7, 17, theyre not going to be a problem when time catches up with him, maybe seeing this will make the rest of them think twice, a little hope rises in him, he wants this fight to be over.