Re: Intense Struggle! (Round 1 - The Abandoned Base)
02-13-2010, 02:41 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
The nun clasped her hands and concentrated, muttering; a bolt of lightning streaked down through the mists, striking one of the zombies and sending a loud crack of thunder echoing through the courtyard. The zombie jerked and smoldered, but kept advancing. This might require a different tact...
She drew her blade out of the cane and laid it on the ground. A piece of chalk was produced from the folds of the sister's robes, and she drew a handful of sigils along the sword's edge; a few short syllables later, and it rose off the ground, hovering near its master. She got back to her feet and pointed it at a group of zombies; it flew towards them and began, admittedly rather clumsily and slowly, beheading them.
Now that the immediate danger was alleviated a bit, it was time for the real magic. Sister Clara moved up close behind Aph, who was currently hacking at the neck of a particularly stubborn corpse. "Now, don't be alarmed, dear. You may feel a sliiight pinch." She delicately touched her right middle finger to Aph's back; a small gold spark leapt from her skin to Aph's but nothing else happened, visually.
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Aph had just drawn her arm back for the blow she figured would finish the zombie she was working on when she heard her Clara's voice and felt something brush against her back. Suddenly, every muscle in her body felt like it clenched at once, then released; she brought the sword down, slamming it through the tattered flesh of her foe, not just removing its head, but lopping off its arm at the shoulder. She blinked, surprised. The nymph felt... Odd. Strong. Calm.
Experimentally, she swung her left arm at another approaching shambler; its skull collapsed around the back of her hand, and it tottered and fell over. Aph turned to look at Clara, who smiled and waved, not noticing the one-armed corpse about to brain her.
The nun clasped her hands and concentrated, muttering; a bolt of lightning streaked down through the mists, striking one of the zombies and sending a loud crack of thunder echoing through the courtyard. The zombie jerked and smoldered, but kept advancing. This might require a different tact...
She drew her blade out of the cane and laid it on the ground. A piece of chalk was produced from the folds of the sister's robes, and she drew a handful of sigils along the sword's edge; a few short syllables later, and it rose off the ground, hovering near its master. She got back to her feet and pointed it at a group of zombies; it flew towards them and began, admittedly rather clumsily and slowly, beheading them.
Now that the immediate danger was alleviated a bit, it was time for the real magic. Sister Clara moved up close behind Aph, who was currently hacking at the neck of a particularly stubborn corpse. "Now, don't be alarmed, dear. You may feel a sliiight pinch." She delicately touched her right middle finger to Aph's back; a small gold spark leapt from her skin to Aph's but nothing else happened, visually.
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Aph had just drawn her arm back for the blow she figured would finish the zombie she was working on when she heard her Clara's voice and felt something brush against her back. Suddenly, every muscle in her body felt like it clenched at once, then released; she brought the sword down, slamming it through the tattered flesh of her foe, not just removing its head, but lopping off its arm at the shoulder. She blinked, surprised. The nymph felt... Odd. Strong. Calm.
Experimentally, she swung her left arm at another approaching shambler; its skull collapsed around the back of her hand, and it tottered and fell over. Aph turned to look at Clara, who smiled and waved, not noticing the one-armed corpse about to brain her.