As if on cue, a half-rotted fist pounded through the earth. Then another. Then ten more. One after another, arms came out of graves, sluggishly finding the ground and slowly pulling up festering corpses, partially decomposed bodies emerging from the earth. Soon, the now-reanimated dead were free of their bonds and rigor mortis. Turning slowly on the pair, they began closing in. Arena's face was grim. "Guardian..."
Guardian shook his metal head. "There is no way I can turn all of these, Mistress. I am not that powerful."
"Then I suggest we find a way out, and soon."
 Laertes Ursus · Mon Nov 12, 2007 @ 10:44pm · 0 Comments |
