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Merlin
"Oh dear…" A wall of undead people charged at them as soon as that beast began to wail once again. She squeaked out a sound of distress as she was rushed by ten of the creatures. She needed to take out many of them at once, not certain if her sword skills were really up to par since her time alive. Merlin flipped the sword in her hand, tossing it straight forward and used her magic to guide it, sending it with force through the skulls of three of the undead. As soon as they were pierced, they fell to the ground and her sword came flying back to her hand as if being pulled by a wire. When it was returned to her hand, she brought her weapon down on the nearest zombie, cracking through the top of its head. A well-placed kick to the abdomen released her sword from its shattered skull and sent the creature flying back. Now, Merlin was starting to get into it a little bit. With only a few muttered words, her palm lit with fire which she tossed at the head of the next fiend. His head would be consumed in flames.
Gritting her teeth, the sorceress charged forward again, swinging her sword to take out each one that approached. This was so frustrating; her magic just wasn't ready to be used fully yet. She glanced around to see that everyone else was doing alright taking care of their own demons and some were even trying to attack the beast that was heading for the center of town. Already, three of her comrades were aiming for the beast. That should hopefully be enough to at least stall the monster. And maybe while it was down, she could reach their target first. Please knock it down… she thought to herself, hoping the men's attacks would be successful. She did not wait to find out, finishing off her last ghoul and sheathing her sword. Without it in her hand she could run for the town. Merlin began to run, booking it for the center of town at a sprint. If anything went well, the beast would be struck and either its attention would be diverted or it would be knocked down. She prayed to the goddess that it worked and she had enough time to get past it. That dragon man said he could carry people. Maybe he could fly their target out of there while the monster was stalled. Only one way to find out; she ran harder, determined to get to the target first. If she did, she could send up a flare and the flying man may be able to drop down and get them. She wouldn't know until the beast was struck or able to evade her fellow heroes.
"I'm coming for you, just hold on."
"Oh dear…" A wall of undead people charged at them as soon as that beast began to wail once again. She squeaked out a sound of distress as she was rushed by ten of the creatures. She needed to take out many of them at once, not certain if her sword skills were really up to par since her time alive. Merlin flipped the sword in her hand, tossing it straight forward and used her magic to guide it, sending it with force through the skulls of three of the undead. As soon as they were pierced, they fell to the ground and her sword came flying back to her hand as if being pulled by a wire. When it was returned to her hand, she brought her weapon down on the nearest zombie, cracking through the top of its head. A well-placed kick to the abdomen released her sword from its shattered skull and sent the creature flying back. Now, Merlin was starting to get into it a little bit. With only a few muttered words, her palm lit with fire which she tossed at the head of the next fiend. His head would be consumed in flames.
Gritting her teeth, the sorceress charged forward again, swinging her sword to take out each one that approached. This was so frustrating; her magic just wasn't ready to be used fully yet. She glanced around to see that everyone else was doing alright taking care of their own demons and some were even trying to attack the beast that was heading for the center of town. Already, three of her comrades were aiming for the beast. That should hopefully be enough to at least stall the monster. And maybe while it was down, she could reach their target first. Please knock it down… she thought to herself, hoping the men's attacks would be successful. She did not wait to find out, finishing off her last ghoul and sheathing her sword. Without it in her hand she could run for the town. Merlin began to run, booking it for the center of town at a sprint. If anything went well, the beast would be struck and either its attention would be diverted or it would be knocked down. She prayed to the goddess that it worked and she had enough time to get past it. That dragon man said he could carry people. Maybe he could fly their target out of there while the monster was stalled. Only one way to find out; she ran harder, determined to get to the target first. If she did, she could send up a flare and the flying man may be able to drop down and get them. She wouldn't know until the beast was struck or able to evade her fellow heroes.
"I'm coming for you, just hold on."
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