((Bruh momentum))

Oblivion dashed to the side to avoid the attack then dove back in again to close the distance, shadows lashing out to smash into her.

Germaine regretted that she couldn't ruch over to help Echo's shoulder directly. With a little concentration from Germaine's part, the goddess's shoulder and body stopped hurting. Now she could defend herself without losing focus by injuries.
She had drawn away all of Echo's pain into her own body, though it was only the sensation of it. Germaine could stand it. She'd felt worse.

Using the opportunity that Oblivion seemed to be distracted, she focused her spear's path to his back. With luck it would hit.

Echo had fallen to the ground and was hit by Oblivion's kick, but the spear narrowly missed her throat when she rolled on the ground to avoid it.

Very slowly, Echo started to hum as she stood up, but it turned to singing. Echo was trying to force Oblivion to sleep, or to at least make him drowsy enough for her to hit him easier. Although, her focus seemed to be on something else. As well, since Germaine is in hearing range of the song, she could possibly be forced to sleep as well.

Oblivion was charging back with his shadows when Echo started to sing, he soon started to stumble, and veer off course. He stumbled past Echo and promptly skidded into the snow facefirst. He seems to be out.

Echo watched Oblivion fall and turned back to Germaine's direction. Her voice cut off once the pain suddenly rushed back, and the energy she had drained away. Echo hesitated, wondering if she should kill Oblivion while he slept, but started to slowly make her way to Germaine, whispering and mumbling apologies to the kind lady.

Her walk was slow and Echo seemed to stumble over herself a few times. There was a faint taste of blood in Echo's mouth from over-using her ice magic, and her throat was starting to hurt, not to add that her wound on her side and her dislocated arm wasn't helping. Echo felt tired, for once after becoming a deity, Echo wanted to sleep. She needed to rest, the teen knew that.

Echo continued to make her way over to Germaine, unsure of how she would carry or wake the lady up. Echo was starting to cry as she took more steps, worry now registering in her mind as she got closer. Fear that Germaine could possibly be hurt, possibly be dead. Echo's mind and focus started to scatter as the seconds passed, as the slowed time was consumed by worry, by fear, by some kind of hollow sadness that shouldn't have been there.

(When ya gotta make dramatic POVs to SpIcE it uP a biT)

Echo, who was able to sense Oblivion's slight movement, paused. She stood still, as if trying to decide if he really did move. There was a long quiet.

Echo stood still for a bit longer before slowly looking back at Oblivion. She squinted her eyes...

Her mind started to think, which is a terrible thing for her to do in this state. She then made her mind. Oblivion could possibly track them down...

What if her magic wasn't as strong on him as it was on Germaine (which Echo really hoped she was just sleeping)? What if he woke up soon and followed them? What if...

Echo turned her head to the spear that was on the ground. She went over to it and picked it up with her good, usable hand. She looked over at Oblivion. Yeah... she could make it quick. Echo now was making her way over to Oblivion, pushing herself forward. The only mercy she was thinking to give was to make the death as quick as possible...

Echo muttered as she walked, trying to stop herself from stumbling by as well using the spear to lean on as she walked.

Echo walked closer to Oblivion, and eventually stood in front of him. She stopped, swaying a bit on her feet as she raised the spear up, trying to keep still so she could aim at the right spot.

Echo was too shocked to react, and the blade struck deeply into her stomach. The spear she had held was now on laying on the ground, fallen from her grasp. Echo's mouth gaped open, no sound coming out as she looked down at the blood starting to stain her hoodie even more. She couldn't react, not even a whimper of pain was made. Echo was completely silent.

Echo fell to her side on her good arm, curling up slightly. She brought her hand to the wound, blood starting to gush, staining the snowy ground. There still wasn't any sound coming from her. She stared at Oblivion, hate forming in her eyes. A freezing type of hate, cold like the season she was a goddess of. She was struggling to sit up as she tried to push herself onwards to fight, trying to crawl to her knees. She still glared at Oblivion that entire time, glaring through her pain.

Echo spat at the CD, her voice cracking at the end, "What... what benefit does... all this give you? What was the point of this?!"

Tears were now starting to prick at the corners of her eyes again as Echo made her attempts to continue to stand, still bitterly staring at Oblivion as her body shook in hate and pain.

(Tere will show up eventually)

(how is Germaine supposed to survive??? Oblivion is going to 100% try to kill Germaine as well

or maybe that’s a perfect time for Tere to swoop in)

(I was going to have Alma show up)

"Feeling... to kill people... like me..."

Echo paused, gasping as she made more attempts to stand, sitting on her knees and clutching her stomach, trying to stop the blood from pouring out more. She tried to ice over the wound, but the lack of energy and the pain wasn't helping her ice powers at all, and all she could simply do was frost over the wound, which didn't really stop the blood flow at all.

Echo looked back up.

"You take joy in this?"

"That's... disgusting..."

Echo seemed to stare past Oblivion, now slowly masking her face once again with no emotion.

"You know... you are very disgusting..."

"Dunno... but I... I don't want to give... to give up..."

Echo slammed her hand down, and ice from above started to fall, aiming at Oblivion. She must had been storing up the last of her ice magic for this attack, just to try to fight back.