“It’s been awhile, for which I apologise, but I’m ready to continue:”
Tumbor swung with all the enthusiasm and glee of a child playing with his favourite toy. Bodies amassed upon the floor at his feet, the same booted feet that came crashing down, shattering the skulls of any that continued to move. Even so, there seemed no end to the mass of unliving.
“It’s no use,” called Jax, already falling back under the weight of the push. “There’s simply too many of them.” Tumbor didn’t hear him.
Fraevon was out of arrows and plugged any gaps, swinging his sword with elegance and grace. Rohlen too, was out of spells and had resorted to cracking skulls with his staff. The situation was beginning to look desperate.
“What do we do?” asked Melvin to a serene and calm Yulien. He wasn’t sure if he felt more scared by the fight ahead of them, or the unnervingly calm persona of his female companions.
Suddenly she began to walk forward, the little wisps of light fading as she did so. Still in her trance like state, she began to mutter the strange language of the arcane. Honouring his vow to protect her, the petrified theif followed up behind.
The passageway had descended into almost darkness, by the time she’d joined up with the rest of the group. They were now swinging blindly at the rough outlines in the dark, all the while defending themselves from being scratched or bitten.
“What are you doing?” shouted Jax feeling her hand on his shoulder. She didn’t respond.
Instead she walked into the throng of living corpses, despite her friends attempts to stop her, and stood with arms outstretched to each side. None of the foul beasts touched her, instead they kept their distance as if disgusted by her presence. With one swift movement, Yulien clapped her hands.