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Targets all in mind, one for each Mourner, and Haka taking the lead. A solid plan, now all that was left was to execute. Tristan steeled himself as best he could, short sword in one hand, hand crossbow in the other.
Breathe. Just...breathe.
Easier thought than done. He could hear his own heartbeat hammering away so loudly in his ears, roaring over the quiet din of the forest or the constant scraping being projected by the Possessed that lay before them. Then, it came.
"Three!"
Tristan surged forward along with the other Mourners. Shunk! The bolt knocked in his crossbow was loosed, whistling as it sailed through the air. It plunged into the owl's wing even as the animal clawed at the warding monument. It shrieked horribly, and Tristan was unsure if that horrid sound it made was entirely natural or if it was somehow altered by the wretched spirit inside it.
Regardless, the bird fell to the ground, unable to keep itself aloft with only one functional wing. As he rushed up to it he tried to be quick about finishing it off with a stroke of his sword, but the revenant within would not go so easily. It contorted the owl's body wildly, making it behave much more like a snake than an owl, whipping deftly to avoid being cut in twain by Tristan. It brought beak and talons to bear against ornate steel, woefully underequipped for biting or slashing through the tough plate of the ghost mail.
Click! Tristan racked another bolt in his crossbow and fired again, this time impaling the owl dead in the center of its face. It fell backward, corporeal body bleeding and dying, before Tristan punted its whole body with great force, the feathered form smashing into the stone of the ward, a bloody ruin. The Revenant emerged, furious, shrieking, burning from its proximity to the ward. Oh gods...Now came the difficult part. Though clearly not so difficult for the most senior among them!
Breathe. Just...breathe.
Easier thought than done. He could hear his own heartbeat hammering away so loudly in his ears, roaring over the quiet din of the forest or the constant scraping being projected by the Possessed that lay before them. Then, it came.
"Three!"
Tristan surged forward along with the other Mourners. Shunk! The bolt knocked in his crossbow was loosed, whistling as it sailed through the air. It plunged into the owl's wing even as the animal clawed at the warding monument. It shrieked horribly, and Tristan was unsure if that horrid sound it made was entirely natural or if it was somehow altered by the wretched spirit inside it.
Regardless, the bird fell to the ground, unable to keep itself aloft with only one functional wing. As he rushed up to it he tried to be quick about finishing it off with a stroke of his sword, but the revenant within would not go so easily. It contorted the owl's body wildly, making it behave much more like a snake than an owl, whipping deftly to avoid being cut in twain by Tristan. It brought beak and talons to bear against ornate steel, woefully underequipped for biting or slashing through the tough plate of the ghost mail.
Click! Tristan racked another bolt in his crossbow and fired again, this time impaling the owl dead in the center of its face. It fell backward, corporeal body bleeding and dying, before Tristan punted its whole body with great force, the feathered form smashing into the stone of the ward, a bloody ruin. The Revenant emerged, furious, shrieking, burning from its proximity to the ward. Oh gods...Now came the difficult part. Though clearly not so difficult for the most senior among them!