Tiras saw Renata illuminate the enemy, and Lennox engage with one of the creatures, but didn't continue watching long enough to care. He heard a voice in his head, the voice that had called him yesterday, asking him to say her name. He felt an odd sensation, like something he couldn't see, was swirling around him. However, whatever it was, it felt friendly. As he closed with a morph wielding a club that might once have been an ax, and raised his own halberd in response, he whispered it.
"Persephone."
As he brought the polearm down, he saw the head of the axe-end was wreathed in darkness, writhing around the metal like a flame. It smashed the club into rotten bits of splinters and crushed the head of the abomination that wielded it. As he raised it back, he saw a morph mage conjure fire magic, rising into a ball and launching it straight for him.
Parry it.
He listened, though he was confused. He slapped the fireball with the head of the halberd, and instead of exploding like Tiras expected, it flew away like it was a game-ball back in Ostia castle town. Tiras charged the morph mage and heard, "This is a message from Lord Nergal:--" He cut through its neck as it fumbled to defend itself.
Suddenly, two things happened. The first was that another mage among the morphs raised and activated its staff, pointing the head, a gnarled, twisted, knotted piece of wood, at Lennox, shrouding him in a red haze. The second, was that the fireball hit the wall and exploded, causing the ruins to shake, and sending a tumble of stone down on the side of the room that Lennox had been looking at, utterly burying the side rooms in it and flattening anything that might have been in there. Two broken shards of metal, that might's been a blade at one point, clattered to the ground outside of the rubble.
Tiras used the distraction to check his comrades, see if they were all okay. Lennox was standing, seemingly stock-still, as a red haze faded from around his body. Raye was not too far away from him, nor were Renata and Renault.
Beware, Persephone warned, something is amiss.
"Persephone."
As he brought the polearm down, he saw the head of the axe-end was wreathed in darkness, writhing around the metal like a flame. It smashed the club into rotten bits of splinters and crushed the head of the abomination that wielded it. As he raised it back, he saw a morph mage conjure fire magic, rising into a ball and launching it straight for him.
Parry it.
He listened, though he was confused. He slapped the fireball with the head of the halberd, and instead of exploding like Tiras expected, it flew away like it was a game-ball back in Ostia castle town. Tiras charged the morph mage and heard, "This is a message from Lord Nergal:--" He cut through its neck as it fumbled to defend itself.
Suddenly, two things happened. The first was that another mage among the morphs raised and activated its staff, pointing the head, a gnarled, twisted, knotted piece of wood, at Lennox, shrouding him in a red haze. The second, was that the fireball hit the wall and exploded, causing the ruins to shake, and sending a tumble of stone down on the side of the room that Lennox had been looking at, utterly burying the side rooms in it and flattening anything that might have been in there. Two broken shards of metal, that might's been a blade at one point, clattered to the ground outside of the rubble.
Tiras used the distraction to check his comrades, see if they were all okay. Lennox was standing, seemingly stock-still, as a red haze faded from around his body. Raye was not too far away from him, nor were Renata and Renault.
Beware, Persephone warned, something is amiss.
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Thank you Destin, for the awesome mug of Ambrose.