She prepared for a
dodge out of its way, knowing full well how hard it's going to be. It stopped
just out of reach and raised slightly, eyeing her down. She returned the stare,
trying to keep record of the rest of them. They hung back, right behind what
seemed to be their leader, dominating over her. She tightened her grip on the
weapon, deciding on a course of action. She jumped back.
A fracture of a second
later a claw cut right through where her face was.
Not to waste the
advantage, she jumped back ahead and buried her dagger right in the monster's
chest. It shrieked in what had to be pain and pulled away, almost taking the
blade with it.
That, however, scared
the horse. Spooked, it neighed and ran directly at the undead, missing Shirral
by an inch. That took them by surprise - without time to react, they shrieked
and clawed hopelessly, thrown onto the ground on impact. The mount got through
the group safely and galloped away in the direction of the city.
She didn't waste the
opportunity given. She pounced one of
the enemies and plunged her dagger into its skull. It emitted a sound
somewhat similar to water hitting a hot pan and stiffened, the flames in its
eyes gone. She retrieved the weapon and pulled back a bit. The three remaining
healthy undead were back on their... feet, with the fourth keeping behind them,
a gaping hole right in the middle of its torso.
And then the wound
started to shrink, gradually becoming smaller until it disappeared. It took
just a few seconds.
Claws, shrieks and regeneration? How was she supposed
to kill them now?
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