Into Lands Unknown - Take I I

[Arkelos 1027]

((A continuation of

Into Lands Unknown [Click]))

Syrila screamed as she began to fall, laying close to the cliffside as she grabbed her sharp axe, having no time to think about it, she quickly slammed her axe below her, in a last ditch effort to create a temporary platform for her to assess the situation. Her axe gaining the speed and momentum as it dug into the cliff, Syrila holding on as she pulled herself onto the thick battle axe handle, the makeshift wooden platform shaking as Syrila gained her balance, calming herself as she looked down at the horde below.

“Skah.. Mi.. nub shure mi a-” she shakes her head, eyes glinting as she growls. “Thur bi nub wuy oud ub dis!” she gives a primal roar, eyes darkening as Zenkrath communes to her in her mind, her ears twitching. “Your bloodlust... let it out, let it out, IF YOU WANT ANY CHANCE OF SURVIVING THIS YOU MUST LET IT OUT, SUCCUMB TO YOUR RAGE!” Syrila winces, grinning as her tusks seem to bulge out from her mouth, growling as she unsheathes her two ceremonial blades, Zenkrath leaving Syrila’s mind with just one question.

“What do we say to the God of Death?”

Syrila roars her response, preparing to run. “NUB TUDAY!” she said, diving into the sea of monsters as she roared loudly. Landing on a few zombies with a loud crunch as she growled. Using the zombies as a platform as she bolted for a safe patch of ground, blades dragging into their arms as they tried to grab for her feet. Leaping over a small pack as she rolled, turning to stare face first into the horde. Panting hard as she quickly spun her blades, serrated edges gleaming as her body twitched in her fury.

Syrila growled as she raised her blades up, snarling as she let out a loud, powerful “GLAZUG VOTAR!” charging into the horde without hesitation. Her blue eyes flickering like flames as her muscles tensed up.

Charging into the beasts, she slammed her blade into the heads of a few zombies, kicking them down and swinging wildly at the other, the zombies still attached to her blade as she slammed them down onto the skeletal archers. The zombies an unliving shield as she quickly charged another few skeletons, pounding them into dust, roaring and panting as she raised her blades into the air.

As the zombies slid off her blade, she growled even louder, jumping on their skulls as a sickening crunch could be heard. Eyes flaring up as she quickly put her sword behind her, parrying a skeletal warrior as she parried another from the front, ducking as she spun her blades around, the serrated blades chewing into the bones as Syrila raised herself up, kicking backwards as the skeleton fell lifeless, turning to dust and bones.

Syrila stopped her spin, growling as she dived at the blades dropped by the skeletal warriors, grinning as now she held two blades in each hand, finding it difficult to move her hands about as she smirked. Becoming a blinding blur as she spun around with the blades, cutting down skeleton and zombie alike, carving a path for herself as she suddenly stopped, staggering as she tried to regain her composure.

Quickly turning around, her eyes went wide as her right eye slammed into a blade, the tip of the blade cutting the eye in a clear slice as Syrila roared in a rage, kicking out at the skeletal warrior as she staggered down. Bleeding heavily as she pants, the smell of blood only fueling her rage further as she stared back up at the lessened horde. grabbing her serrated blades as she continued, day was too far away to wait for as the zombies made the charge.

Each and every way they came, biting down on her arms, legs, and her abdomen as Syrila continued to stab as slash at them until they fell slack, muscles heaving in stress as she smirked, leaning on her blades as she made the final charge.

Both blades were swung outwards, like bladed wings as she flew through a sky full of undead beasts, giving them no room to move or time to react as the remaining horde fell, behind Syrila lay a mass of dead, diseased corpses, and her. A bloody, slightly blinded mess. slamming her blades down into the ground as she grabbed her a bowl from her shamanic pouch, collecting her own blood as she slid the blood filled bowl onto her head, letting the blood dye her hair as she looked back, growling. Finally releasing a bloodcurdling roar, throwing her blades behind her as she collapsed, victorious.

A day had passed since the fight, Syrila’s eye had begun to heal up as she decides to take off the patching she made, to see if her eye works. Unfortunately, she loses her sight in her right eye. Grumbling as she treats her wound sitting on one of the mountain’s edges overlooking the pristine waters, her left eye going wide as boats emerged from the horizon, Syrila standing up as she took her greatsword, leaning over it as she awaited the visitors, waving and beckoning them forth as she giggled to herself. Awaiting the boat’s arrival.

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.