Sword in hand, Exter struck down another shadow wolf. Seeing its body go up in smoke, Exter couldn't help but say a prayer of thanks to Erudia. Decapitating another shadow lizard, Exter marched his way forward to one of his colleagues, who stood before a pile of crushed rubble. Seeing him clutching his stump of a hand, Exter quickly grabbed hold of the affected area, before covering it with a strip of clothes he had ripped off from his shoulder.
"Brother, leave me, *cough*, be. I know I don't have much time left..."
"Ecthel, brother, please don't give up. You have so much to live for. Who else would look after sweet Daisy after you're gone? Last time I checked, Dynan was looking weirdly at Daisy, most likely will use your death as a catapult to woo her..."
Exter wished he could speak more but those dang drops of water kept pouring down his cheeks. Their saltiness made it harder for him to focus on keeping brother Ecthel alive, whose wound had slowly begun to stop bleeding. Their stench made it impossible for him to see clearly, burning his very eyes as the stench flowed in– ah, who was he lying to anyway:
He was crying, crying for the fact that his best friend, his sworn brother, was dying in front of his eyes, and that he could do nothing except watch his life ebb away
Anything, I'll pay anything, anything to save him...
Just as Ecthel was about to breathe his last, a bright green light radiated from behind him...
"Evergreen Life!"
From behind him a weird-looking woman, nay,
A Goddess
Came out with her staff, unleashing a spell that was unlike any that the Church knew, a spell that managed to heal Ecthel using a system that did not use the Holy Light of Erudia. As he lay gobsmacked, the woman turned her focus back at him, then at the injured, no–
Healed Ecthel
Before turning around, heading towards the centre of the invasion, carrying her staff. "Saintess, please don't go there! The Demon King's Army has come with more power than before! If you go there, you'll–"
"Die? Hah! Those assholes deserve whatever'll happen to them, not after what they did to me!"
Cackling, Vylara leapt from the ground, hopping towards where the majority of the monsters lay. Pissed off because they were forced to reveal themselves, she wanted to clobber the motherfuckers who made their job all the more difficult.
Just wait assholes! Mommy Vylara's coming for some clobbering time! Ahahahahah!
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Whistling, Scaramond picked his ears as the myriad monsters dashed towards him, eager to sink in their stinking claws onto his sharp Borynium body. Malice oozing from their eyes, they extended their claws, believing that the puny insect before them was about to be finished, ready to lap his blood–
Ding!
AWOOO!
Roaring in pain, the shadow monsters bounced back, inky blood pouring out from the remains where their claws once were. Smirking, Scaramond simply extended his index finger in the shape of a gun, before cocking it like a pistol.
"Pew!"
The next second, bullets rained upon the mindless monsters, turning them into sieves. Howling in pain, they all backed away, fearful of the man before them.
Smiling condescendingly, Scaramond cickily aimed his index finger again. Though he couldn't kill them, for some odd reason, he could still slow them down, stalling them long enough so that the so-called 'Priesflts' could come and deal with them.
Heh, what a bunch of pussies...
Just as he was about to rain a hail of laser beams against them, he realised that they had all stopped. Before his confused eyes, the rabble parted ways, leaving an empty corridor.
Clink, clank...
Walking slowly down the aisle, Ercthelion, notching his bow, aiming it directly into Scaramond's face. Seeing this, Scaramond felt insulted, so in response to the blatant challenge, he unholstered his Bolter, aiming it directly at the pretty-boy's (?– I mean, c'mon man, their face is covered!). Cocking his Bolter, he gave a crooked-grin, cockily tilting his head.
"Well, so who's gonna chicken out first, eh asshole?"