[A short, short reply as he leaned against the wall, trying to feel vibrations and focusing on the sounds after closing his eyes. The steps were slow, but approaching, and he could tell there was more than one creature approaching. A distracted nod was offered in the woman's direction. Reckless had been getting there in the first place, now he had to focus on getting them out. And fast.
The blades danced between his hands, the only enchanted dagger weighting heavily in his dominant hand because he knew his only chance was there if he was faster than his opponents and-
And a scream echoed through the walls. The chilling cries of more than a child, so vivid and 'real' he could almost imagine the face of kids crying for their parents in front of him and while he had been more than ready to leave Arabella to die back in the Grove... he knew very well the cleric with him had a bleeding heart and this was going to affect her. Still silent, he raised one hand in her direction to invite her to stay put and got ready. The little ones were faster and deadlier from what he could remember: their strenght was minimal but they were smaller than the average person and he was going to aim down in order to hit them.
Shit, he couldn't even Fire Bolt one of the wooden shelves and let the undead burn into a fire, maybe he didn't quite need to breathe but wet and moldy wood was going to create far too much smoke for his companion. A sigh and a whisper as he focused for another one of his little cantrips, summoning a sheep as Minor Illusion on the other side of the room and casting True Strike on his blades.
With preparations done, he only moved when he heard the wooden door open, barely supporting itself on its hinges. Zombies, as suspected, and while the first one of them went down with a single strike too the head, he found almost immediately that he had to step back since there was at least five more adult ones, probably scribes or old men in life, and two kids that had been buried with ceremonial robes, probably young souls claimed by illness in tender age.]
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Date: 2023-12-11 03:28 pm (UTC)[A short, short reply as he leaned against the wall, trying to feel vibrations and focusing on the sounds after closing his eyes. The steps were slow, but approaching, and he could tell there was more than one creature approaching. A distracted nod was offered in the woman's direction. Reckless had been getting there in the first place, now he had to focus on getting them out. And fast.
The blades danced between his hands, the only enchanted dagger weighting heavily in his dominant hand because he knew his only chance was there if he was faster than his opponents and-
And a scream echoed through the walls. The chilling cries of more than a child, so vivid and 'real' he could almost imagine the face of kids crying for their parents in front of him and while he had been more than ready to leave Arabella to die back in the Grove... he knew very well the cleric with him had a bleeding heart and this was going to affect her. Still silent, he raised one hand in her direction to invite her to stay put and got ready. The little ones were faster and deadlier from what he could remember: their strenght was minimal but they were smaller than the average person and he was going to aim down in order to hit them.
Shit, he couldn't even Fire Bolt one of the wooden shelves and let the undead burn into a fire, maybe he didn't quite need to breathe but wet and moldy wood was going to create far too much smoke for his companion. A sigh and a whisper as he focused for another one of his little cantrips, summoning a sheep as Minor Illusion on the other side of the room and casting True Strike on his blades.
With preparations done, he only moved when he heard the wooden door open, barely supporting itself on its hinges. Zombies, as suspected, and while the first one of them went down with a single strike too the head, he found almost immediately that he had to step back since there was at least five more adult ones, probably scribes or old men in life, and two kids that had been buried with ceremonial robes, probably young souls claimed by illness in tender age.]