Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140306020948/@comment-12599067-20140306232242

(It appears that the internet connection is failing me once again. Should I be away from my computer for a time, I will put Rider in control of my characters and Fishy (or Shilly, if Fishy does not return) in control of advancing the story. In any case, I will need to speak to either Fishy or Shilly when time permits.)

The Colossus growled as Claudius sent another blast of lightning at the behemoth, but the giant seemed more angered than injured. Lowering its shoulder, the giant barreled forward, crushing rocks and stones underfoot as it thundered forward.

Makoru quickly got to his feet and drew his sword, but was suddenly overtaken by a different foe. A dark figure leapt out of the shadows, an iron dagger in hand. Luckily for him, Makoru's attacker was either untrained or out of practice, and he was able to narrowly dodge the strike of his opponent before swinging his blade upwards to counter his foe's attack.

There was a spray of blood and the shrill clang of iron on stone as Bloodharvest severed his opponent's hand, causing his opponent to drop his dagger. Makoru whirled and got back onto his feet, turning to face his opponent. A peddler in burnt and torn robes was kneeling on the ground before him, although something about his attacker (besides the fact that he was not but a merchant) seemed wrong. When the merchant looked up and Makoru looked into his eyes, he could see that a dark fire was gleaming in the pitch-black eyes of his foe.

Makoru tore his gaze away by freeing the undead merchant's head from his shoulders, then looked to the streets. Already the Worm King's undead minions were surrounding them, creeping out of dark alleys and ruined homes with weapons drawn. They might not have been well-armed, but there were many and they would not be able to feel pain or weariness. Any fight against Mannimarco's underlings would likely be a hopeless one, and the walking dead knew it.