01-11-2018, 09:13 PM
It didn't take Morene very long at all to identify that the loud magical noises coming from one of the garrison's rooms were definitely the doing of Ebony and Summer. Upon opening the door to what seemed to be a library however, the woman was ever so slightly astounded by the sight of the two youngins locked in combat against what seemed to be living skeletal systems of human bodies.
A hum escaped the woman's lips as the doors to the library creaked open, masked by the rattling of bones and glistening of arcane powers.
They have those here too? Morene piqued. The huntress expected such creatures to emerge in some form or fashion considering the striking similarities between this realm and her homeland, but the woman certainly didn't expect Ebony to get herself in trouble with actual forces of the undead. Finished taking in the scenery within that mere second of thought, Morene boosted herself forward, feeling the heat of the fuel in her thrusters burst into a rocketing blue flame.
Quite suddenly, as Morene instinctively felt the need to pull from her Omnilium supply her massive poleaxe, the knightly woman made the rational decision to wield a weapon she hasn't held ever since she was thrown into these treacherous lands; her greatsword.
The heft of the power-fielded blade was a familiar feeling to the huntress, and for good reason. Her own physical strength, enhanced by her mechanical armor, made grasping at the sword's blade extremely easy to accomplish. Landing on the floor beneath her after boosting herself forwards, Morene took the weak of the blade controlled now more easily by her left hand, watched as a skeletal warrior clumsily approached her, and swiftly hooked whatever neck it had left, twisting the scrawny beast onto the ground.
All that could be heard after that was the shattering of the skeleton's head, the pommel of Morene's sword slammed straight through what would be the undead's nose.
"You two..." she cooed, looking at the other Liberators with expressions of slight surprise on each of their faces. "Did I not warn you both about getting into trouble?"
Wrenching the blade out of the monster's fully exposed skull, Morene looked up with a sigh, expecting to begin swinging at maybe a few more of the skeletal soldiers.
"I-I'm sorry!" Ebony shouted in response, attempting to hide her shame after the huntress expressed her slight agitation. Following this of course, Morene realized after looking up, that there were about...
Ten...Twenty...No, thirty perhaps... The woman counted in her head, mumbling the words as she did so. It took only a fraction of a second for her to realize how utterly awful these odds were. She shook her head in response to the conclusion, wincing intensely.
Breathing in, she scanned the literal blob of dirty white and rotten yellow bones approaching her and her allies. Already, she saw Summer taking the bulk of the attacks, which Morene did not like especially. Strangely enough, Ebony wasn't harmed in any way, and no weapons of any sort were currently being swung at her. Morene concluded it would be best to help Summer avoid possible death, so she did so swiftly. Launching herself forwards, Morene landed once more behind a group of skeles not even bothering to form a line.
A slight knot tied in the woman's stomach as she saw how practically disconnected the undead seemed with her presence. It was not anxiety or nervousness, no... Morene knew exactly what the feeling was as she guarded her right pauldron with her hefty power-sword.
She was eager.
Stepping to the side, Morene launched a wide sweeping attack, barely feeling any resistance as the creatures of bone and ash slammed against each other one by one. Three of the poor, lost souls collided with the ground, various assortments of their torso shattering as they collided with the floor. She had to admit, as much as she tried to avoid it, beating up so many brainless monsters had a satisfying kick to it with her sword in hand.
Noticing the remaining five or six undead warriors wailing on Summer too far away for any notable melee offense, Morene did what any reasonable woman of her stature would have done at that very moment in time.
Flipping her sword around, the woman grasped at the sword's blade once more, both of her gauntleted hands wrapped firmly around the steel encased in a raw power-field, feeling no pain and enduring no injury. At once, the knightly huntress used the thrusters planted firmly on the backside of her Cerantium alloy cuirass to rocket herself forwards a mere short burst. With the momentum gained, Morene slammed one of her steel boots onto the floor, striding forwards in a full-sprint. The mere three steps it took for Morene to reach the skeletal warriors was a blur to almost anybody watching.
Looking up, all Summer could see as he continued to channel his spell was the sight of his comrade smashing her pauldrons against his assailants, the force alone pressuring him to step back ever so slightly.
"Took you long enough--" the storm mage began, but only for a short moment.
"I don't want to hear it, my child!" Morene almost happily interjected, only to follow it up with a disturbingly low voice only masked further by her helmet's audio distortion, "I am a very busy woman."
Standing herself straight, Morene flourished her sword now acting as an improvised club, watching as two skeletons that somehow survived that intense shoulder bashing shakily stood themselves back up, along with another few creatures approaching from any one of her sides that she looked.
From a distance, Ebony was... ever so slightly confused at the way her borderline maternal figure held her greatsword. Of course, the scythe-wielding girl jumped at the sudden noise of what sounded like glass and stone breaking thereafter, watching as shattered bits of bone flew upon colliding with the quillions of her swinging generator-blade. She had to admit, something about how primitive it seemed was ever so slightly cool. The action served to break the small hooded girl from her inevitable reality of being skele-'napped, even for a short moment.
To Morene, the logic behind her attacks were easy enough to understand. It was rather difficult to slice into bone, even with the assistance of a magnetic field of energy vibrating the steel of the blade at hyper-frequencies, but it was far easier to smash into it. Again, the feeling of ease it took to swing at the undead's faces, or lack thereof, was rewarding on it's own.
As the woman continued to swing, impressively using her footwork to dwindle the skeletal forces in front of her, the lady of steel eventually became overwhelmed at her flanks. Those slight feelings of satisfaction stopped very abruptly as she felt a sharp pain inject itself at her armpits. A small groan of pain followed, and Morene couldn't help but feel a slight bit of shame for not watching those tiny gaps between her alloy-plate armor with how many overhead swings she was delivering onto her foes.
In a faint display of anger, Morene twisted herself around, tanking through the violent reaction of her nervous system, reeling her giant power-field gauntlet on her left hand backwards. Almost instantly appeared a blinding flash of blue energy that a nearby Summer would quickly recover from seeing, only to find the skull of the skeleton that had shanked her with it's sharp claws completely obliterated. The knight-errant seemed to enunciate her intentions clearly afterwards.
"PERISH!"
A hum escaped the woman's lips as the doors to the library creaked open, masked by the rattling of bones and glistening of arcane powers.
They have those here too? Morene piqued. The huntress expected such creatures to emerge in some form or fashion considering the striking similarities between this realm and her homeland, but the woman certainly didn't expect Ebony to get herself in trouble with actual forces of the undead. Finished taking in the scenery within that mere second of thought, Morene boosted herself forward, feeling the heat of the fuel in her thrusters burst into a rocketing blue flame.
Quite suddenly, as Morene instinctively felt the need to pull from her Omnilium supply her massive poleaxe, the knightly woman made the rational decision to wield a weapon she hasn't held ever since she was thrown into these treacherous lands; her greatsword.
The heft of the power-fielded blade was a familiar feeling to the huntress, and for good reason. Her own physical strength, enhanced by her mechanical armor, made grasping at the sword's blade extremely easy to accomplish. Landing on the floor beneath her after boosting herself forwards, Morene took the weak of the blade controlled now more easily by her left hand, watched as a skeletal warrior clumsily approached her, and swiftly hooked whatever neck it had left, twisting the scrawny beast onto the ground.
All that could be heard after that was the shattering of the skeleton's head, the pommel of Morene's sword slammed straight through what would be the undead's nose.
"You two..." she cooed, looking at the other Liberators with expressions of slight surprise on each of their faces. "Did I not warn you both about getting into trouble?"
Wrenching the blade out of the monster's fully exposed skull, Morene looked up with a sigh, expecting to begin swinging at maybe a few more of the skeletal soldiers.
"I-I'm sorry!" Ebony shouted in response, attempting to hide her shame after the huntress expressed her slight agitation. Following this of course, Morene realized after looking up, that there were about...
Ten...Twenty...No, thirty perhaps... The woman counted in her head, mumbling the words as she did so. It took only a fraction of a second for her to realize how utterly awful these odds were. She shook her head in response to the conclusion, wincing intensely.
Breathing in, she scanned the literal blob of dirty white and rotten yellow bones approaching her and her allies. Already, she saw Summer taking the bulk of the attacks, which Morene did not like especially. Strangely enough, Ebony wasn't harmed in any way, and no weapons of any sort were currently being swung at her. Morene concluded it would be best to help Summer avoid possible death, so she did so swiftly. Launching herself forwards, Morene landed once more behind a group of skeles not even bothering to form a line.
A slight knot tied in the woman's stomach as she saw how practically disconnected the undead seemed with her presence. It was not anxiety or nervousness, no... Morene knew exactly what the feeling was as she guarded her right pauldron with her hefty power-sword.
She was eager.
Stepping to the side, Morene launched a wide sweeping attack, barely feeling any resistance as the creatures of bone and ash slammed against each other one by one. Three of the poor, lost souls collided with the ground, various assortments of their torso shattering as they collided with the floor. She had to admit, as much as she tried to avoid it, beating up so many brainless monsters had a satisfying kick to it with her sword in hand.
Noticing the remaining five or six undead warriors wailing on Summer too far away for any notable melee offense, Morene did what any reasonable woman of her stature would have done at that very moment in time.
Flipping her sword around, the woman grasped at the sword's blade once more, both of her gauntleted hands wrapped firmly around the steel encased in a raw power-field, feeling no pain and enduring no injury. At once, the knightly huntress used the thrusters planted firmly on the backside of her Cerantium alloy cuirass to rocket herself forwards a mere short burst. With the momentum gained, Morene slammed one of her steel boots onto the floor, striding forwards in a full-sprint. The mere three steps it took for Morene to reach the skeletal warriors was a blur to almost anybody watching.
Looking up, all Summer could see as he continued to channel his spell was the sight of his comrade smashing her pauldrons against his assailants, the force alone pressuring him to step back ever so slightly.
"Took you long enough--" the storm mage began, but only for a short moment.
"I don't want to hear it, my child!" Morene almost happily interjected, only to follow it up with a disturbingly low voice only masked further by her helmet's audio distortion, "I am a very busy woman."
Standing herself straight, Morene flourished her sword now acting as an improvised club, watching as two skeletons that somehow survived that intense shoulder bashing shakily stood themselves back up, along with another few creatures approaching from any one of her sides that she looked.
From a distance, Ebony was... ever so slightly confused at the way her borderline maternal figure held her greatsword. Of course, the scythe-wielding girl jumped at the sudden noise of what sounded like glass and stone breaking thereafter, watching as shattered bits of bone flew upon colliding with the quillions of her swinging generator-blade. She had to admit, something about how primitive it seemed was ever so slightly cool. The action served to break the small hooded girl from her inevitable reality of being skele-'napped, even for a short moment.
To Morene, the logic behind her attacks were easy enough to understand. It was rather difficult to slice into bone, even with the assistance of a magnetic field of energy vibrating the steel of the blade at hyper-frequencies, but it was far easier to smash into it. Again, the feeling of ease it took to swing at the undead's faces, or lack thereof, was rewarding on it's own.
As the woman continued to swing, impressively using her footwork to dwindle the skeletal forces in front of her, the lady of steel eventually became overwhelmed at her flanks. Those slight feelings of satisfaction stopped very abruptly as she felt a sharp pain inject itself at her armpits. A small groan of pain followed, and Morene couldn't help but feel a slight bit of shame for not watching those tiny gaps between her alloy-plate armor with how many overhead swings she was delivering onto her foes.
In a faint display of anger, Morene twisted herself around, tanking through the violent reaction of her nervous system, reeling her giant power-field gauntlet on her left hand backwards. Almost instantly appeared a blinding flash of blue energy that a nearby Summer would quickly recover from seeing, only to find the skull of the skeleton that had shanked her with it's sharp claws completely obliterated. The knight-errant seemed to enunciate her intentions clearly afterwards.
"PERISH!"