TLDR: Joined the apostles at the rest point
"There have been times, I have peeked behind the mask. I find nothing but myself. I see innocence, curiosity, determination. I am shown only what I want to see. Then the mask is replaced. And I am alone in the shadows."
- Unknown Author
Out of the darkness, a grasping hand clawed at the edge of the cliff-side. An elbow followed, with it the rest of the body as Amira hauled herself over the side. Using only her daggers and a boost of her power creating mutated veins of green flesh, shining dull as crystals had formed against it. Then disappeared behind each step and pull of strong arms. Breathless she stood up, the fabric against her breasts stretched as she inhaled the scent of death. The musk from the dirt on tanned flesh, slightly wet and smeared was wiped off on the purple satin of her attire. Out of the inner pocket Chen had survived. A small spider colorful, a yellow body with marks of blue on his hairy legs. Chen was unlike any spider Amira had seen. His origin is unknown.
Chen had lived for over 20 years. He was a mystery even to Amira. But the two were inseparable, after he was nearly eaten by a crow. "
Oh alive are we?" a smile ghosted over dark plump lips, at the slight peek of hairy legs from the pocket. Amira chuckled inwardly; but the carnage of battle drew her attention. Seeing the battle had ceased for the moment. Amira waded through the fallen undead, and checked her inventory. Her load was lighter, almost half her arrows had disappeared into the chasm, a few were saved no less. The
bow strapped to her back held no damage, it was of unique design. Created by herself a normal longbow could reach 120 poundage, but hers could easily reach double that when infused with her power. Easily impaling even those that adorn plate. It is more experimental, but had some medium of success in the past.
Absentmindedly Amira plucked at the brightly coloured blue fletchings of the arrow. Delicate hands, checking for damage. She never raised her eyes to acknowledge the undead merely passed them by as one went to strike. But no impact was to be had. The undead had ceased all movement. To the unseen eye. A remnant of her power remained surrounding her body, living particles entered the bodies of the undead, rapidly multiplying inside until the armor, and decaying body had mutated. Jade clusters protruded from the mouth, and eyes. Flesh like veins covering the entirety of the body. A human would have felt excruciating pain, before death. But the undead became statues.
A poetic end. Something so grotesque, could become something so beautiful. That was the message in her eyes as the reflection on the arrowhead showed their image.
Unheard footsteps weaved through the resting bodies of the apostles. Amira situated herself at the opposing end, where the group would likely proceed forward; her vision tainted with red. In the darkness she could see better than during the day. A benefit of her origin. She looked out into the darkness, planting her bow into a crack in the rock as she leaned against it, crossing her arms as she did. A watchful gaze over the group. Her eyes stayed open, closing intermittently for brief moments of rest. Any sound of movement awoke her prematurely.
Interactions:
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Mentions:
All apostles resting.
