The battle was over a little too quickly. The unending hordes of animated corpses became suddenly... well, considerably less animated. So much so that the ones that had not been smashed to bits fell over, and the green flames disappeared. The fight was theirs.
Now that the fight was done, a slim figure slipped out from the tree's protection, and down the trunk. The figure was human-esque, garbed simply, in green cotton and brown leather. He turned, revealing a pale angular face and pointed ears. "Accursed abominations of nature." he muttered, and spat on the ground near one of them. "The dead are to stay dead."
"Agreed." Arena crawled out from under the shield and laboriously lifted it. "How do you carry this thing on you?" she said to her metal companion, who was hunched over one of the headstones, examining it.
"I am a lot stronger than you, Mistress." he said, not looking up. "Who is our new friend?"
 Laertes Ursus · Sat Feb 23, 2008 @ 04:39am · 0 Comments |
