Arena stayed close behind Guardian. She had some knowledge of magics, yes, but nothing offensive. Everything she knew revolved around getting about undetected. The zombies kept clawing and biting at the hulking metal monstrosity, but Guardian felt nothing. Their brittle fingers broke off, their teeth cracked on his steel body. Finally, they had moved to a corner of the graveyard, and Guardian propped his shield against a tree. "Please stay behind that, Mistress."
She nodded, and got under it, saying naught to her companion. Several more arrows flew from the tree Arena was hiding under, but Guardian was too busy smashing skulls for small talk.
 Laertes Ursus · Sat Feb 09, 2008 @ 06:51am · 0 Comments |
