Accident – Death – Obituary News :
The Undead Attack at the Noble Convoy
A multitude of growling, walking, decomposing corpses, undead, were assaulting the carriage crew in a frenetic way. Not caring about losing a limb or two, which even after being severed, still moved to attempt inflicting damage on the defenders. Standing out in that battle of stewards, whom for the purpose of guarding a noble convoy, were trained in self defense magical arts. Or mercenaries, whom are often demobilized soldiers of a major country that entered a prosperity period without wars. Was an old man that looked so frail he might collapse, he had pale white skin and an unhealthy complexion. His graying hair was stained in black dried blood as he delightfully started to ramble.
The Frail Old Man’s Vengeful Rambling
“Hehehe, ahaha, you moronic heiress, you and your family of twats robbed me of my life and carrier. You annoying little shits made me your vassal and tied me to your accursed name….hhhe” he went on with his maddened ramble.
Aria’s Graceful Battle
During that horrendously long monologue, a familiar white clad blonde girl was unfurling flurries of wind, with each stab of her rapier, some guts of her enemies flew off. She gracefully impaled an undead before unleashing a spell separating it’s body in two in a feast of blood and gut. Then she backstepped and unleashed a slash of wind towards two undead flanking her from the right. Resulting in their heads flying without the sword actually connecting. Tainting the ground on which they fell, a reddish brown.
The Turning of the Tide
Aria, whose armor wasn’t white anymore was thinking about how inconvenient her cape was while dicing up more foes, then she tripped, and in short lapse of time, Bernard, the old man, had closed in and strangled her. The situation turned seemingly hopeless as no one else but these two were technically alive.
Bernard’s Maniacal Laughter
While Aria let out muffled shouts as her complexion turned pale, Bernard’s excitement peaked, in a motion that is barely physically possible, he tightened his grip and finished her off. Having accomplished his vengeance, he tossed the noble knight’s cold, lifeless body onto a large rock approximately 5 meters away from him with such force that it broke. As the body stumbled, face first on the ground, his appearance let out ineligible mutters before regaining a bit of sanity.
Aria’s Companions Enter the Fray
Jean and John, having felt an eerie presence at the camp’s emplacement, rushed towards it while being careful not to trip on the myriad of roots in their way. Jean was concerned by the amount of impure energy that was gaining in intensity by the minute. He asked the knowledgeable John about the monster, the ghoul he faced while arriving in this world.
The Battle Intensifies
Strangely, when Jean dealt with it this way, the kill count went up. He had no clue as regarding why it did that but he continued putting down undead in various ways. Using kicks, his knife, strikes and other movements, he purged the undead one after another.
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