Ever faster his heart did race. Giants now upon them, Sir Arlo streaked forward, fearless in the face of such odds, a raging torrent of fire, and the other knight, he had downed a giant but was now disarmed. And his leg. Hector's leg. It was still being scrabbled onto by a bloody zombie!
The squire howled. Blood boiling and hot. His magic surged through his body, through his chords of muscle and up his bones, and a shimmer of soft golden light wreathed around him. Life's strength steeled his limbs, and he yanked his boot out from the undead soldier's grip with such force that its hands came apart at the wrists! The muscles in his arm flexed, and his whole body stretched back as he hefted his shield up and drove its pointed tip down on the zombie's head as it was still crawling out of the ground with a wet crack. A shout and a second drive ended the lost soul's re-animated life.
He huffed, as Lorina cried out the same horror he felt.
Hector stood, as Syr Osuin's words burned hot through the air, and did away with what fear kept tangled about his heart.
Lorina issued a new tactic. Swordless still, as Winry hacked at undead soldier after undead soldier with Hector's enchanted blade, Hector raised his shield. "Winry, fan out!" He communicated.
Winry scream-shouted and chunked one zombie right in the skull. The ghoul groaned, and Winry grunt as he pulled the sword out and gave it another squelchy hack.
"Winry!" Hector cried out again as magicked bolt streaked over head and shattered one of the Giant's arms.
Another giant, wayard and brainless. Encroached on the Squire's line. One good eye fixed on Winry. It wound its fist up in a slow lurch.
Hector grit his teeth and closed his eyes. Cold black inside his chest sparked into a blaze of red and white. His eyes opened, and he thrust an open palm forward. A sword, white hot and red, manifest in the air beside him, as if it had been pulled straight from the forge fires. Sparks trailed and dripped about it and the burning blade struck out and nailed into the giant's wrist with a wash of fire and crackling embers. It held there a moment, and with sweat rolling down his face, brow furrowed and face pinched, Hector swept his hand to the side, and the blade slashed with the motion, cleaving the rotten extremity. It fell upon other smaller zombies with a resonant crash.
The blade dematerialized, and hector let out a long breath. Took in another.
"Winry, fall back!"
Winry, eyes wide with horror, nodded and fell back to the line of veteran knights.
Hector looked to Lorina, focused his energies once more, and channeled the energy of fire into her blade. He only hoped it would work, his mind forming the shape of her blade within its space, colored so yellow and red and white in that moment.
The squire howled. Blood boiling and hot. His magic surged through his body, through his chords of muscle and up his bones, and a shimmer of soft golden light wreathed around him. Life's strength steeled his limbs, and he yanked his boot out from the undead soldier's grip with such force that its hands came apart at the wrists! The muscles in his arm flexed, and his whole body stretched back as he hefted his shield up and drove its pointed tip down on the zombie's head as it was still crawling out of the ground with a wet crack. A shout and a second drive ended the lost soul's re-animated life.
He huffed, as Lorina cried out the same horror he felt.
Hector stood, as Syr Osuin's words burned hot through the air, and did away with what fear kept tangled about his heart.
Lorina issued a new tactic. Swordless still, as Winry hacked at undead soldier after undead soldier with Hector's enchanted blade, Hector raised his shield. "Winry, fan out!" He communicated.
Winry scream-shouted and chunked one zombie right in the skull. The ghoul groaned, and Winry grunt as he pulled the sword out and gave it another squelchy hack.
"Winry!" Hector cried out again as magicked bolt streaked over head and shattered one of the Giant's arms.
Another giant, wayard and brainless. Encroached on the Squire's line. One good eye fixed on Winry. It wound its fist up in a slow lurch.
Hector grit his teeth and closed his eyes. Cold black inside his chest sparked into a blaze of red and white. His eyes opened, and he thrust an open palm forward. A sword, white hot and red, manifest in the air beside him, as if it had been pulled straight from the forge fires. Sparks trailed and dripped about it and the burning blade struck out and nailed into the giant's wrist with a wash of fire and crackling embers. It held there a moment, and with sweat rolling down his face, brow furrowed and face pinched, Hector swept his hand to the side, and the blade slashed with the motion, cleaving the rotten extremity. It fell upon other smaller zombies with a resonant crash.
The blade dematerialized, and hector let out a long breath. Took in another.
"Winry, fall back!"
Winry, eyes wide with horror, nodded and fell back to the line of veteran knights.
Hector looked to Lorina, focused his energies once more, and channeled the energy of fire into her blade. He only hoped it would work, his mind forming the shape of her blade within its space, colored so yellow and red and white in that moment.