[Was he supposed to read her mind know which spell she was about to cast? No, generic rubbish divine trash was much more his style and at least it served the purpose, drawing the attention back on him and not toward the potential source of magic, if he had to pay the small price of looking like an absolute fool to keep his life unsurance alive so be it. From his point of view, he was a mess in his movements, mostly because he had to balance himself between multiple enemies right now and didn't even know how many were still heading in their direction, if any.
With one dagger away inside a dead kid's skull and only one blade at hand, he found himself lifting one foot up and using the bottom of his boots to kick one of the enemies' stomach with it, pushing it against the wall and cracking its head. Not the best idea since that gave another undead the opportunity to reach for his ankle and block it mid air.]
Well, fuck you too, skullface!
[No grace as he bounces on his only free leg, stabbing the creature repeatedly until it fell to the ground and moving to face the next shadow that entered through the door. He had to stay focused and make sure none of them passed after him. Feeling a bit of fatigue already, he did spend two days without meditation after all, the vampire cursed knowing Friends instead of Blade Ward, a little cantrip like that would have helped immensely when, despite dodging almost everything, he kept being hit.
The vampire wasn't too sure on how he did it, but in the end he kept stalling every undead who walked in and, despite having to drink a potion to sustain himself, managed to toss a last body into a corner and claim a small victory for the moment. The sheep he summoned popped away mid jump and he bent his back forward, resting his hands against his knees and trying to recover a bit.
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Date: 2023-12-11 06:45 pm (UTC)With one dagger away inside a dead kid's skull and only one blade at hand, he found himself lifting one foot up and using the bottom of his boots to kick one of the enemies' stomach with it, pushing it against the wall and cracking its head. Not the best idea since that gave another undead the opportunity to reach for his ankle and block it mid air.]
Well, fuck you too, skullface!
[No grace as he bounces on his only free leg, stabbing the creature repeatedly until it fell to the ground and moving to face the next shadow that entered through the door. He had to stay focused and make sure none of them passed after him. Feeling a bit of fatigue already, he did spend two days without meditation after all, the vampire cursed knowing Friends instead of Blade Ward, a little cantrip like that would have helped immensely when, despite dodging almost everything, he kept being hit.
The vampire wasn't too sure on how he did it, but in the end he kept stalling every undead who walked in and, despite having to drink a potion to sustain himself, managed to toss a last body into a corner and claim a small victory for the moment. The sheep he summoned popped away mid jump and he bent his back forward, resting his hands against his knees and trying to recover a bit.
This. Is not. How I hoped our date to go.
[And they still had to find their way out.]