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| Ogichi | Tue Oct 28, 2014 5:53 pm Post #1 |
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When Horo received the message, he almost thought he was going to die from laughter. All of the terror and the killing, all of the atrocities he had committed against the world, but when it came high time for something to die, he was requested, by one Captain Golon Ashuo. The Pale Fiend had never heard of the man from the Norwood Patrol, and wasn't sure if that was because the man hadn't done anything to truly warrant interest, or because he hadn't bothered to look up what the Norwood Patrol was going. It seemed that the word still floated around some that the demon was always willing to be directed towards a particular victim, also known as assassination. In this case it was less of assassin work and more generic mercenary-esque killing, but as long as the word "extermination" was being carried around, they had the fiend's interest. The only limitation seemed to be to try and spare those unafflicted if he could manage to do so, which meant that if he found the slightest excuse he could always kill an innocent person and say they got infected by a piece of scrap metal found stuck in a tree. Ogichi didn't have grafts, he didn't need them and he didn't want them. Anything terrible that happened to him, if he couldn't regenerate from him then he deserved to lose the part, but so far he remained whole. The same couldn't be said for the strange new form of zombie that worked like an infection which willingly replaced and added unnecessary parts, spreading from arcanotech, things like golems and non-organic prosthetics, straight to host biologicals. Mana, itself, seemed to be corrupted, and it was feeding the madness of Ogichi's sword. The blade, which usually stayed quiet, screamed in delight inside of his mind, calling for death, destruction, and annihilation, and so too did such a fervent want to slaughter spread to Horo, almost like its own twisted version of the virus, but it could subside with a lack of things to kill. Ogichi had been calmly reading a book before getting to taste of this new form of death, when a group of infected attacked the wagon that he, and the team he had for some reason was a part of, were riding in the back of. he didn't mind, the others might have but he didn't care about their plights, but they had gone quite a bit away from the perimeter set up by the Patrol, so luckily, at least to the Fiend it seemed lucky, they wouldn't have their fun interrupted by unwanted participants. As he fought against the group of afflicted, he discovered a way in which they were more fun to fight than the typical undead. Exhausting the infected's ability to use mana, primarily by exhausting its pool through repeated dismemberment and forcing its regeneration, seemed to be the greater way to put an end to their otherwise ceaseless onslaught. The rest of his group caught onto this strategy, and the relatively small group of attackers became far easier to defend against, with each infected falling one after the other until the only tihngs left standing were Horo Ogichi and the band of various contractors and volunteers. "That was fun!" The Pale Fiend laughed, with his voice echoing off of itself, "Let's burn the bodies. If I'm right, they can probably supply one another with mana. It would be a glaring flaw in the virus' design otherwise, and I'd rather not have a severed hand bringing any of these back to life." |
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| Wolf-Dancer | Fri Oct 31, 2014 6:27 pm Post #2 |
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They did not know how deep the river was. They did not have any purpose but to move forward, and yet they could not find their way. The elves had slaughtered many, yet they kept coming; even the elves had been infected. They were like buffalo, moving slowly across the land in great numbers with no true leader. The glowing veins that covered their lumbering forms lit up the night, cutting a path almost as bright as day through the deep woods. They toppled everything in their path, assimilating whatever magic they could into their tainted bodies. The surface was like glass, yet darker. It reflected the light and caused the deep-water fae to squint, something they didn’t like doing. But she was the only one in this particular river, a river as wide as a man was tall and as deep as three men standing. They had found a fallen sequoia, a very old tree that was one of more than a hundred in the Norwood; it had stood for the better part of a millennium, and now it had fallen to provide a bridge for the denizens of nature that required it. Sadly, these things did not seem natural at all. Nature can only provide what is needed; it often does not distinguish between one individual and another. She sighed, bubbles quickly rising and popping on the surface of the river; they were swept away as quickly as they rose. Opening her eyes, she gazed once more upon the shadows cast across the night. Still their distant rumbling wore on as the ancient trunk rested so peacefully there, high above her skull. She was invisible to these creatures, for the water was her home. But more than enough had fallen into the river, drowning because they were unable to leave. She had strangled them when they attacked her, or beaten them, or fled until they had perished. They had no grace, their movements jerky and uncontrolled. The distant sounds of battle rang out somewhere beyond the river’s surface. Blood slowly poured into the water, flowing from the wounds inflicted by whatever was killing the infected monstrosities that now plagued the Norwood. Long had her people fought off the goblins, orcs, half-orcs, and bugbears that dotted the surface of Imythess, for they saw the deep-water fae as little more than humanoid fish. They were stupid, the goblinoids, and violent beside. They were all orcs to the deep-water fae, except perhaps for the bugbears; to the denizens of the rivers and lakes and even the land-touched sea, they were konee - fanged-beasts. That wasn’t perhaps the most accurate description, for that could mean anything, but it was as fine a translation as one could get from their language into the common tongue. Talia moved along the riverbed, wading away from the blood that slowly filled the water. She lifted herself off of the ground when she was free of the threat of tainting and stood upon unseen rocks. Her head lifted above the surface just enough for her eyes to gaze upon the creatures in the open air. She turned slowly, surveying the carnage and the army of unnatural creatures. A wagon had been attacked, it seemed. This, then, was defense of one’s own person. Her head sank beneath the water once more, the river’s flow not controlling her movements in the slightest. It was a slow-moving river but fast enough that it could be dangerous. It was not nearly as dangerous as what was in the water, however. |
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| Ogichi | Sun Nov 2, 2014 9:50 am Post #3 |
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At first the other hired killers thought the Pale Fiend a bit on the bossy side for ordering them around as if he were their employer, but upon explaining how if he had the ability to make a fire that the lot of them would currently be burning while he laughed maniacally into the night, they all became far more agreeable. It seemed that of a group filled with potential madmen sent in for the sole purpose of killing things, Horo Ogichi was still the most terrifying of the bunch, partially through pure reputation, but mostly because when the wagon was attacked he more than doubled the body counts of the rest of the party combined. As long as that team could survive, they were just riding on his coat tails. Despite not being able to directly set anything on fire, himself, or at the very least not caring to show that he could by expending one of his precious elemental charges, the Pale Fiend had no problem with contributing to the fire by tossing in the book he had been occupying his time with prior to the attack. "Boring read, anyway." Ogichi said with a light chuckle, watching the pages coil away as they turned to ash in the roughly made fire pit. "Yeah, books suck!" Said a particularly brutish member of his team, what seemed to be a half-ogre mixed with an elf for whatever reason, with a dumb grin on his face. The Pale Fiend slowly wrapped an arm around the big man's shoulders to the best of his ability, put a leg out just slightly, and then tripped the unsuspecting fool face first into the flames. The half-ogre screamed and tried to scurry his way back to his feet, but progress away from the fire was impeded as Ogichi kicked his head back into the burning pages of the book he had tossed in before letting the oaf go. For a few seconds the half-elf's hair was still on fire. The screaming buffoon ran to the river, nudged in the proper direction by a strong kick from the pale fiend, his large hands covering his burnt face before he fell next to the running water and dunked his head in, trying to alleviate the burning sensation, but his continued screaming made a series of bubbles rise to the surface before he brought his head up for air and more audible screaming. If Ogichi was to guess, it was about knocking the big guy into the fire and keeping him there for a moment longer than was necessary. "I'll heal him before we get moving, probably." Ogichi said with the same tone as if doing a chore, his sadistic grin making the others in the party take half-steps away from him, "So, has anybody read any good books lately, or do you all share the big lug's opinion?" |
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| Vivian Two-Heart | Sun Nov 2, 2014 5:16 pm Post #4 |
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It always happened this way, didn’t it? You go in to get the job done, bust a few heads, tear apart some contraption, steal the designs that were stolen to begin with, bring ‘em back to the guy who hired you, get paid, get drunk, get laid, get some sleep, and then wander off into the night because it’s still dark out and you want some fresh air - only to run into a bunch of mindless, machine-eating zombies who seem to think YOU have some magic in you. Where that magic was precisely, Vivian Two-Heart had absolutely no flaming idea whatsoever. Did she look like a prosthetic-wearing student of the arcane arts? She didn’t think so. Hell, she was wearing brown leather breeches and boots with a sleeveless half-tunic to match. The equally sleeveless duster she was wearing certainly wasn’t infused with any sort of magic. Then there were her bulging arms (for a woman), her thick legs, and the muscles on her gut to consider. She carried no weapons because she usually needed none and because they were forbidden among her people. Spears weren’t weapons; neither were daggers. They were tools. That was all they were to the Thunderfoot. But she was no huntress, and so she carried none of them. What she did carry was a punch fit to knock out most humans. But these things weren’t human - not anymore. Their bodies were covered in bits of metal that formed a sort of natural armor protruding from their flesh, yet the design was haphazard at best. Some of it glowed; some of it did not. It was all dangerous - to someone other than Vivian. Apparently, the metal wasn’t very strong despite being infused with magic. Apparently, a solid punch was enough to nearly take one of the thing’s heads off and a solid chunk of metal with it. And apparently, the couple of dozen magic zombies (or whatever in the Abyss they were) thought Vivian was edible. She wasn’t. She was proving that rather quickly, too. Eight were already dead. The fact that it had taken her ten minutes to kill eight of them, however, was frustrating at best. She was a warrior, one who had nearly perished but miraculously lived long enough to be healed. How could she not kill these things with ease? Weren’t zombies supposed to die when you punched them repeatedly in the head? Apparently not. From amid the trees and the darkness came a sound of rushing wind. Then came the flying body. It landed right in the fire, caught, and soon exploded - just as a second body went flying into the clearing. A grunt was heard as a third body went flying into the clearing (though it didn’t land in the fire, as the first two had). Then a fourth body tumbled into the clearing with Vivian behind it, only this body got up and started moving again. Vivian sneered as it came at her for the dozenth time. She punched it so hard that its head almost snapped right off its shoulders, and then she kicked it into the fire with the others. Three more came from behind her and she turned to greet them. They weren’t alone, either. More were coming out of the woods to either side of her - at least a dozen. Where were they all coming from, these bastards? |
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| Wolf-Dancer | Sun Nov 2, 2014 5:30 pm Post #5 |
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The spear pierced its neck from behind and the current nearly tore its head off. A hard, side-long thrust against the rock wall lining the river beneath the surface tore its head off completely. There was no choice. She did not like using a spear in this manner. Spears were for fishing and hunting, not for battle! But there was no choice, and she knew this. She turned and blocked a strike from one of the creatures. She guessed that they were only able to breathe underwater because of the magic that they seemed to consume, the arcane symbols and unusual natural body armor that they had acquired giving them a fearsome appearance and a serious advantage. For once, her talent for breathing water as air was no advantage at all. There were simply too many of them. She used the current to push backward, away from the thing attacking her, and then she dug in her heels and pushed forward - against the current. She dropped the head of her spear upon the top of the monster’s skull and twisted, sending him careening down the river. She pushed herself to the side and watched as two zombies went past her. They did not have the strength to resist the river’s pull despite their magic, and it was this that replaced her usual advantage. They had attacked suddenly and without warning, and they had done the same once they had realized that they could breathe underwater. But what were they, exactly? Where had they come from? Why were they attacking her, of all people? And since when did zombies know how to swim? She had heard of zombies before - she was no ignorant fool - but this? This was ridiculous. Their runes and magic-infused bodies glowed, the bluish veins adding light to the darkness. She fought her way through the last of them and watched as the ones still moving flowed with the river into nothingness. When the light was gone, she turned her head to the distant sound of battle above the water once more. In the darkness, it was impossible to see her ebony skull peeking above the surface of the river. There were several people standing there but only one was fighting. One of the ones standing there was burning now. She watched to see if they would be able to handle the foul creatures themselves. She would aid them if she had to but she’d rather not get involved. She had dealt with her fair share of the zombies already. She certainly didn’t need to get in anyone else’s way. |
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| Ogichi | Tue Nov 4, 2014 5:31 am Post #6 |
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"Son of a--" The half-elf cursed, finally get accustomed to the pain before dunking its head back into the water to scream some more. It seemed like it wasn't going to be psychologically scarred for the event, but its burnt face was something else entirely. Horo just snickered, but his smile faded to a quizzical expression as a series of bodies began flying from the treeline not aggressively, but limply like ragdolls, accompanied by semi-feminine grunts. The Pale Fiend walked over to the third body as the source of the corpses of corpses came tumbling through with a fourth, probably attracted by the firelight as a sign of safety in the dark. Ogichi looked to her without concern while tossing the third body onto the growing flames. At this rate they were probably going to start a forest fire, but he didn't care, he just wanted to be done with the undead as quickly as possible while noting how quickly the magic-fueled corpses seemed to catch aflame. The rest of the party that was present, consisting of two humans and an orc, all of which seemed to be warriors with various mixes of steel and leather armor, readied their weapons. A sword and board was one of the humans, a hand axe and short sword was held the other, and a claymore was wielded by the orc. The half-elf had a very large axe, and all the weapons present were enchanted with various things, of that Horo was certain, but the enchantments weren't readily obvious in the firelight. The Half-Elf was still busy getting used to the lingering burning sensation over at the river, but one of the undead had the gall to approach the wounded man. Obviously he didn't take well to this, crushing its head against a stone using his bare hands and then tossing its limp corpse into the river before returning to his cycle of screaming underwater. After the fourth body was added to fuel the flames, the Pale Fiend lifted his sword to his right shoulder and began laughing. "She's not infected, unfortunately!" He called out to his party, his voice echoing as he laid down the law for them, "Same can't be said for them! If this fire doesn't get so big that the forest is threatened by it, then we've probably failed! If we fail, you don't get paid. Now earn our wages and rip them apart!" "This is the closest we'll get to besting the Pale Fiend!" The orc growled, "I'm killing more than the albino bastard!" "Doubt it. I didn't lose to Chaos, I don't think I'll lose to you." The pale fiend readied his blade and made a few quick gestured with it, charging his Blur spell. The moment it took for him to ready the magic was going to be all the three men, and possibly the fourth bruiser at the river, would have to get ahead of the demon before he began making body parts fly, "Ukkiuk." The three spread out, each targeting different sections of four zombies, each trying to prove they were better than the rest, and all trying to not get in the way of the woman who might have been taking on undead with her bare hands. When Ogichi got into the fray it would take him exactly three seconds to completely dismember the first of the Infected that he ran across, and another two to make sure all of its parts were separated enough from one another that it would take a hot moment for the pieces to slap back together through whatever strange arcane magnetism they held for one another. |
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| Vivian Two-Heart | Wed Nov 5, 2014 6:42 am Post #7 |
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Sadly, the barbarian woman didn’t have time to exchange pleasantries with the quartet she found in the woods tonight. Neither was she alone in facing off against the coming onslaught, however. The comment about her “unfortunately” not being infected wasn’t lost on her; it seemed that these men craved battle as much as she did - or at least, they craved killing as much as she craved battle. Either way, they would probably be valuable allies - however temporarily that might be. Such bloodthirsty people were often among the most dangerous enemies - and that was something any warrior could easily count on. The two that came for her were no small zombies. One seemed to be moving much faster than the others, probably due to his legs having been completely replaced by what appeared to be chain mail resting beneath disheveled plate mail; the whole mess was glowing with arcane runes, the kind of symbols that gave power to ordinary objects. His left arm was normal except for the infection but his right arm looked as though it had been sewn on using a mixture of deadly medical devices ten times the normal size - scalpels and saws and scissors and the deities only knew what else. But the other one… The other one was absolutely massive, hulking figure covered in glowing plate mail with a head that looked like a cross between that of a minotaur and something out of a child’s nightmare. It snarled at her with a deep baritone voice, and then it charged at her just as a bull would. She danced out of the way just in time to lock arms with the smaller one. The blades sliced the tender flesh of her forearm and part of her upper arm (just above her elbow) but she gritted her teeth and ignored the pain. She pushed with not even half her might and the arcane zombie started to go flying. She didn’t let it go, though. Instead, she pulled it back and used sheer strength to rip its left arm out of its socket; she could hear the flesh tearing as she swung the monster about, and then she got it just a little bit too close to one of the burning corpses. The arm came off completely and she used it like a torch, setting the rest of her zombie ablaze. It stumbled away, quickly catching, although the legs and right arm seemed slower to catch. She turned around only to be knocked aside, landing just inches from the fire. What this one lacked in speed and dexterity, it more than made up for in pure physical power. She recognized one of the runes - the one right in the center of its chest. It was a symbol of protection, according to her shaman, and a symbol he often wore on his left upper arm. But this symbol was massive and glowing so brightly that it was a wonder the whole of the night hadn’t yet been lit up. Vivian was on her feet in an instant. She ducked under a wild right swing and kicked backward, slamming the full weight of her body and all of her incredible strength into the back of the creature’s right knee. It went down hard, roaring in agony the whole way. The others hadn’t acted like this. This one must have still had some of its mind left - just enough to know what pain was. She came back quickly and threw a left punch that landed square between the creature’s epaulettes. She could feel and hear the metal dent, and the impression that she left behind was a perfect match for her fist. She punched it again, keeping it on the ground and leaving a second dent just below and a little to the left of the first. But then she was forced to grab the left arm as it swung backward at her, forcing her heels deep into the earth as she slid backward. She used the momentum to yank hard on the creature, jerking it to its left foot, and then let go and leapt to her right. It was off-balance now - severely off-balance. She kicked at it hard, sending it flying into the ground. She leapt into the air and came down with all her might on the creature’s back, and then she ripped much of its armor off to reveal a mixture of cursed flesh and glowing metal beneath it. She tore off a piece of the armor and slammed it through the thing’s head. Still it rose and turned, although it couldn’t rise fully due to its damaged leg. And then the damaged leg began to repair itself. The thing charged her again, and again she moved quickly to evade it. It charged her a second time, and then it charged her a third. The third time, she slid on the ground right into its legs. It landed head-first in the fire and rose in agony, screaming and flailing as the flames slowly began to creep beneath its armor. She stepped away and watched it as it began to burn. It flailed wildly now, trying desperately to hit anything within range. Its roars shook the forest…literally. The sheer force of its roar created a shockwave that almost blew out the flames that danced in the night; only a small fire was left after that. What concerned Vivian more was that the roar had sent her flying. Now she lay spread-eagle as the creature dropped a heavy leg upon the ground. The earth trembled and upturned earth surged toward Vivian. She rose quickly, surprisingly shaky, and watched as the earth began to crack. The flames were being doused now, yet within the armor - which now began to glow crimson. All she’d done is make it mad. If this fight went on much longer, they’d all be lying in a crevice… |
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| Wolf-Dancer | Wed Nov 5, 2014 6:53 am Post #8 |
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At last, the bodies had ceased to enter the river. At last, she saw the glowing lights begin to dissipate as the magic inherent in the arcane zombies slowly faded. The bodies still floated by, yet now there was a new worry. Where would these bodies go? Would they infect others even in death, starting a plague somewhere new? She couldn’t do anything to stop them, though. She was a huntress, nothing more. And then the earth began to tremble. The rock wall lining the river beneath the surface of the water exploded right in front of her, and the shockwave that resulted threw her back. The river carried her quite a ways before she was able to regain control. She could see much of the rock wall on the side of the river that the fighters were on simply gone, the earth slowly moving to block the river. She would soon be exposed unless she chose to follow the bodies downstream. She had no intention of doing that, however. Her spear had been lost in the blast, too, so she was completely vulnerable now. She didn’t have much of a choice, though. Against the blackness of the night, her ebony-skinned form rose from the near bank of the river. She wore a close-mesh net of dark scales bound from within to an underlying layer of eel skin as a knee-length strapless dress. She also wore a band of soft river coral wrapped with seaweed and tiger lilies on her left upper arm. Her gauntlets, stored in a rock pocket in the river, were gone as well; they were used only for trial and ritual combat, yet they would have been useful now. She would have to make a new spear for hunting and new gauntlets for fighting. But for now, she would just have to figure out how best to survive this undead onslaught - an onslaught it seemed she now had little choice but to join in. But when she saw the massive and terrifying creature that the only other woman here was fighting, she stopped dead in her tracks. How could she possibly fight that?! She was a warrior, it was true, and she could heal as well as any shaman - but this…this? This was beyond her. She would be of no use in this fight. For the first time in her life, as she stood there on what little of the river bank remained and stared at the monstrosity near the fire, she felt completely useless. |
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| Ogichi | Wed Nov 5, 2014 6:34 pm Post #9 |
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Horo had ignored the largest of the undead in order to save it for his final kill of this encounter. If anything he was assuming about the undead was correct then this probably wasn't going to be the last onslaught of the so-called Infected that was going to find its way to this clearing, so saving the strongest for last seemed like it would be the best way to deal with the waves of enemies. Besides, the red-headed girl looked like she had it handled, or at the very least could keep it distracted long enough before it killed her to allow the Pale Fiend a chance to rack up numbers, rather than quality, to the total of his kill count for the challenge that the orc had issued him. The second of the Infected that Ogichi killed went down about as easy as the first, just requiring a bit of different maneuvering to sever the flesh from the metal bits, then all of the various limbs from its body to be discarded away from it. "Two!" The Pale Fiend called out as he kicked away a limb of the first Infected he had cut down to side, the left arm of it sliding across the grass to try and get back to its torso. The fight with the largest of them, a minotaur who had been unfortunate enough to be caught dead in the wake of this new pseudo-apocalypse, hardly interested the Fiend beyond the occasional idle glances in its direction. From what he could tell it was little more than its size, recklessly charging at its enemy, and getting that same tired move exploited each time, either with a dodge or a counterattack. If anything that fight was showing Ogichi less about how to kill any of the Infected and more about how to kill the red-headed stranger if he was given the chance. That wasn't to say that Ogichi wasn't amused when the mighty beast fell face-first into the flames of its dying 'allies," but that seemed to be the perfect time for it to show a nasty little trait that it had. Its roars weren't normal. From its mouth came shockwaves in actual waves, pushing out against everything as it announced its rage and agony to the world. The roars had actually managed to catch Horo off-guard, knocking him back through the air, though he quickly recovered and landed on his feet, sliding to a halt just in time to see another of the undead's tricks as it stomped one of its mighty hooves against the ground, upturning the Earth towards the one responsible for its pain. Maybe the Pale Fiend had been a bit hasty in assuming that the beast wouldn't be worth the effort. It sure seemed to be interesting him now. The other mercenaries had all been knocked to the ground, but they got unceremoniously back to their feet as fast as the could, their eyes wide at what had just happened. The dual wielding human was taken off-guard and was quickly killed by one of the Infected. A loss to the party's numbers, but it woke the other two up to the dangers that they could actually handle. The half-elf, half-gre, by the water ended up falling in due to surprise of the roars, an Infected's neck gripped tightly in his left hand. By the water he had been working on killing all of the ones who tried to kill him while he was busy medicating himself with the cool running river. Now he was just flailing about, confused, cold, wet, and practically blind in the dark. Ogichi stood tall and quickly cut his blade through the air, making the motions he felt he would need to quickly dispatch of this threat before their road-side clearing was turned into a crater. "Asoyust, Awapne." Both of these, combined with his already empowered speed, would surely make short work of the beast when combined with his skills. His pale blade began glowing with white light that would seem so thick as to almost touch, as it seemed to be dripping from the blade in globs, dissipating before hitting the ground. With his enchantments cast, the Pale Fiend would rush towards the beast so fast that his form would actually seem to blur behind him. Once at the beast he would grab one of its horns and use its hulking form as a counterbalance to flip himself into the air and onto its back. From there keeping balance was easy as he removed its horn and readied his enchanted blade. "Give me a challenge!" He shouted into the night air before bringing his long white blade, enchanted beyond that of a normal spell, reinforced by the combined might of his Blur and Draconic Mighty enhanced power, through the creature's neck, severing it. The body's arms, which had been reaching up the threat on its back, would slump at its side while the head dropped to the ground, its body to ironically fall atop it and its weight to prevent it from reconnecting to its place on the neck. All the way down Ogichi would ride it, jumping off and rolling to his feet before victoriously calling out, "Three!" Now, with Draconic Might and Blur rushing through his body, the slaying of the Infected was just going to prove even more tedious.
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