Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface... Subject: Paralytic Prison
She hadn’t expected to live through this encounter. Perhaps, perhaps she could have taken on one of these gigglers, but as her arm began to still despite her efforts, and more of the shambling corpses surrounded her, Kith knew it would be the end.
At least, she thought as she fell and these monsters moved in around her, at least they will have time to find safety.
As one of the giggling monstrosities mounted her, her mind begins to flee. The feel of that cold, rotting flesh on hers threatens to drive her to insanity. Though, that would have been better than anything she could experience in this hell. She attempted to focus the withering threads of her sanity before they slipped away from her completely. These demons may take her body, but her last thoughts would be of her brave compatriots. Of her fuzzy best friend.
Before the beast could take her, as if on cue a different beast’s roar filled the air and the weight on her disappeared. Elation, frustration, and fear all filled her as she heard the now familiar sound of a Kazari ripping a shambler to shreds. The clanging of armor and weapons on slawing flesh now replaced the eerie moans, and Cedric was beside her in a moment.
The priest was shouting something at the others while a warmth began to fill her wounds.
Despite that brief respite of hope, the groans of the undead begin to revitalize, growing louder once more, and her fear and frustration begin to overwhelm her senses.
They should have run, they should have left me here!
She wants to scream again. She wants to pull the shambler’s attention away from those fighting to save her life. She wants to sink her dagger into each and every one of their rotting skulls. But she can’t even grit her teeth at the frustration of being able to do absolutely nothing.
Kith is suddenly lifted effortlessly up by a retreating Kazari, leading her to believe now that things must be far worse than she had even imagined. She was also certain that this was not the way to join in the Eternal Hunt. She could almost feel the rage radiating off of her friend and knew he must be feeling this same thing.
If Ch’dau meant to take her to safety without straying too far from the rest, then the rest were not making much headway. Her dread and anger grew as she listened. Some shamblers fled from the light of the warrior priests, some of their companions groaned at the hits they were taking.
Kithran’s body suddenly twitched as it slowly began to come back to life. Pin-pricks scoured her body and she attempted to shout at Ch’dau to drop her and to go assist their compatriots, but all that came out was a low groan. She could not even scowl at him as an indication to toss her and go tear those things apart.
As it was, Kith could only wait for a release from this paralytic prison, listening to the shouts of pain and orders from her friends, her own rage building likewise inside her.
Posted on 2019-07-25 at 16:57:06.
Edited on 2019-07-30 at 17:52:25 by breebles
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