07-23-2023, 12:37:24 PM
Phikul has made his decision. But I shall make you a deal, Talantravi. You boast yourself to be such a great warrior. If you can defeat my army of undead, I shall let you do battle with me. Are you ready to put your skills to the test?
Talantravi agrees.
Very well. Let us begin.
A dozen of undead warriors -all of them looking like zombie versions of fallen knights from the middle ages- teleport in. They all charge at Talantravi. But Talantravi, thinking she's the most fearsome warrior there is, one who thinks her skills are superior to everyone, charges right at them. While she manages to get a few good hits into the knights, it seems like the more she contacts them, the faster and stronger they get. She tries everything, even resorting to arrows. They do not phase the zombie warriors any as they make hits of their own. Talantravi feels like her bones are being shattered with each hit, but she keeps on fighting, all to no avail. The knights group up and surround her, taking their turn stabbing her with their swords, beating her. After what seems like several minutes, it's all halted by the cry of Enough!
The warriors back away from Talantravi, who lies crippled on the ground. Unable to move, but still somehow clinging to life. Still trying to defy the Witch.
This is not the first time I have dealt with your types. Ones who are delusional enough to think they can kill me and escape with their lives. Ones who think they are superior enough, no one can stop them. It is all amusing, but it ends in the same way. Death by my hands. But it is only the beginning. As my souls will be sure to humble you.
The Witch grabs a hold of Talantravi's neck. Talantravi tries hard to fight the Ranger off, but her bones are too immobilized to do anything as the Ranger lifts her up. She pulls back Talantravi's head in one direction, then quickly snaps her head back in the other direction, making a crunch that echoes throughout the camp. She throws Talantravi's body to the other survivors, now motionless for good.
Talantravi's spirit rises out of the ground and finds herself greeted by the Witch's spirit form. She charges at the demonic being but the Witch raises her arm and freezes Talantravi in place.
Still determined to beat me? I am unsure as to whether to admire your determination or laugh at your foolishness. It does not matter anymore. As I said, death is only the beginning for you...
After the Witch finishes her sentence, dark souls rise out of the ground and fly to Talantravi. They flow right through her and yank her away. For the first time, Talantravi has the very real feeling of the one emotion she once struck into her foes: fear. For the first time in her life, she was truly scared. Her own will broken as she screams in vain, begging the other survivors for help. But is unable to as she's dragged to the underworld, to await her new torture.
That was the second of my possessed. Talantravi was the Dark Creature. But do not get cocky. That was Talantravi's fatal flaw. One more of my possessed roams around you. And they still have a chance of slaughtering you all. Look who's being delusional now, Witch. You're about to lose. Savor that. Silence, mortal! And as for you, Talantravi, if you have any last words to say to these mortals, say them now, then pass through the barrier. The red souls surrounding you will allow you safe passage. Say whatever you wish to say, then leave. Spread the word that Agatha Bancroft will never truly die.
Talantravi agrees.
Very well. Let us begin.
A dozen of undead warriors -all of them looking like zombie versions of fallen knights from the middle ages- teleport in. They all charge at Talantravi. But Talantravi, thinking she's the most fearsome warrior there is, one who thinks her skills are superior to everyone, charges right at them. While she manages to get a few good hits into the knights, it seems like the more she contacts them, the faster and stronger they get. She tries everything, even resorting to arrows. They do not phase the zombie warriors any as they make hits of their own. Talantravi feels like her bones are being shattered with each hit, but she keeps on fighting, all to no avail. The knights group up and surround her, taking their turn stabbing her with their swords, beating her. After what seems like several minutes, it's all halted by the cry of Enough!
The warriors back away from Talantravi, who lies crippled on the ground. Unable to move, but still somehow clinging to life. Still trying to defy the Witch.
This is not the first time I have dealt with your types. Ones who are delusional enough to think they can kill me and escape with their lives. Ones who think they are superior enough, no one can stop them. It is all amusing, but it ends in the same way. Death by my hands. But it is only the beginning. As my souls will be sure to humble you.
The Witch grabs a hold of Talantravi's neck. Talantravi tries hard to fight the Ranger off, but her bones are too immobilized to do anything as the Ranger lifts her up. She pulls back Talantravi's head in one direction, then quickly snaps her head back in the other direction, making a crunch that echoes throughout the camp. She throws Talantravi's body to the other survivors, now motionless for good.
Talantravi's spirit rises out of the ground and finds herself greeted by the Witch's spirit form. She charges at the demonic being but the Witch raises her arm and freezes Talantravi in place.
Still determined to beat me? I am unsure as to whether to admire your determination or laugh at your foolishness. It does not matter anymore. As I said, death is only the beginning for you...
After the Witch finishes her sentence, dark souls rise out of the ground and fly to Talantravi. They flow right through her and yank her away. For the first time, Talantravi has the very real feeling of the one emotion she once struck into her foes: fear. For the first time in her life, she was truly scared. Her own will broken as she screams in vain, begging the other survivors for help. But is unable to as she's dragged to the underworld, to await her new torture.
That was the second of my possessed. Talantravi was the Dark Creature. But do not get cocky. That was Talantravi's fatal flaw. One more of my possessed roams around you. And they still have a chance of slaughtering you all. Look who's being delusional now, Witch. You're about to lose. Savor that. Silence, mortal! And as for you, Talantravi, if you have any last words to say to these mortals, say them now, then pass through the barrier. The red souls surrounding you will allow you safe passage. Say whatever you wish to say, then leave. Spread the word that Agatha Bancroft will never truly die.
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