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[b]"That's a terrible idea going off by yourself."[/b]

The voice belonged to Ace and before Jasper even had time to turn around and look, the fiery red-head was already at her side with a worrisome pout.

 [b]"We're a team. You should at least have some to help you. Always for just in case purposes. Maybe Avian since he's more experience orrr...well me! Besides, Fluff might be in the house over there."[/b]

The albino wasn't planning on putting up an argument. She had hoped that someone would volunteer to tag along with her anyway. Going alone to some creepy shack wasn't exactly her definition of safe and she gladly accepted Ace as her partner. The pair slowed down a bit as Ace looked back at the the larger crowd and called out to the guides for extra support that Jasper knew very well they'd probably be needing. Feeling a palm press to her backside, she swiveled her around to face Inadi who was also speaking out in concern about her going off without asking for any companionship. It was never in her nature to ask for help because it made her think she was being a burden to others. But now it seemed that mentality had backfired on her since it seemed to have caused all this worry from her mates.

Jasper nodded, her face reddening from all the sudden care and attention she was being paid. Crows were cawing over head, circling them like predators eyeing down on a tasty meal. As Inadi shifted the conversation aim towards Avian, she too was curious about any information he knew about these monsters and what exactly they were capable of. Cautiously keeping track of the black birds perched around them, a creeping sensation of uneasiness settled in as she began to notice them doubling in numbers as more flocked in every couple of seconds. At this realization, the nervous female inched a little closer to Ace since she could feel a terrible aura coming on and it was increasing in threat as they spoke.

[b]"Well, first of all... There is only one type of witch. A human told me that you have black and white witches in your games, but here it's just magic users and witches. When you say 'witch', all everyone will think about are those evil old ladies. They're the worst. Aside from that, they live only in the deepest bowels of the Dark Side so there's only a few things we know about them, but I'm sure they don't absorb magic. Temeraire, that dragon from before, was my cousin's companion. They encountered a witch once and the only reason they escaped was because one of my cousin's spells hit the hag on the face." Avian responded to Inadi's inquiries."[/b]

At Songbird's remark, Avian agreed to team up with them to search the shack a little ways away from where the second group was headed. Lesley's suggestions were fulfilled though they weren't split in exact fractions, she thought their numbers would suffice. As they arrived at the cabin's porch entrance, a stench that she had caught onto a couple yards away had now grown strong to the point that it made her eyes water and Jasper now had her shirt over her mouth and nose in attempt to filter the air she was taking in. The aroma was absolutely disgusting and she wished she had just stuck to the large group. The rotting home screamed germ-infested and she certainly wasn't too keen on going inside if the odor just at the front gave off such a horrid hint.

Hearing quickening footsteps behind them, Avian caught up to pace and approached the rutty building first, acting as a protective wall in front of the ladies. He commanded Ace to create a small light source for them just before he turned the knob to enter. Jasper stayed behind the line up, the girl looked like she was bawling by now since the stench had gotten so powerful it matched the affect of dicing up twenty onions.The inside wasn't much, just a bed with a worn out mattress and a couple other pieces of furniture. Knick-knacks and rusted kitchenware were placed on top of wooden shelving looking like they were just barely holding on at the hinges. Everything within the place shared one thing in common, they were dirty. Glaring at the mattress, she wondered what type of person would come home to that and manage to fall asleep. The brown stains had her imagining a couple accidents slip by on the poor thing, but wasn't cleaned very well. Upchuck shot skyward in her throat and she turned away as Avian suggested they leave now.

Since she was at the end of the group, she was closest to the exit and she happily obeyed his advice as she twisted around and grabbed the knob. At the click of the door, signaling that it was now unlocked, she jumped as the sound of wreckage erupted behind them. As all three turned their heads, a zombified buffet-regular was waddling towards them like some giant, slobbering baby, but it was ten times less cute, but ten times more repulsive. Jasper swung the door open and tugged Ace along to escape a germaphobes worst nightmare and was thankful that Avian had covered for them, but when he caught up to them on the porch, the puss ridden being belched out a substance that outright burned through the male's armor and seared at his skin underneath. Though she could have healed it there and then, the guide was so hurried and the fat zombie was still approaching that they continued to hustle for the larger group down the hill.

But what came into view was a true nightmare. Everyone was on the ground, undead beings littered about, clawing at them, some tightly grasped around her teammates legs. There was even a horse of some sort, but it too looked of rotting flesh and it's snot-like hue signaled that it was not at all well. As they got closer, a hooded figure appeared before the shaken crowd and the trio arrived just in time to hear her speech as she flew off, blending into the flock of crows up above. She had stated that the witches were told of their presence by one of the trees and Jasper knew exactly who it was. The girl was terrified beyond her wits, her heart palpitating rapidly, but this was no time to pass out. Skeletons rose up from the dirt beneath them and Harper took the first initiative on killing one. Black guts spilled out from his victim and Riley followed suite with his slaughter. Grabbing Avian's arm, she channeled healing wisps into his burned wound and she was glad for the thick barrier of armor that had previously covered the area for it fought off most of the damage and the injury was replenished in no time.

Clutching her staff tightly, she joined in on the zombie massacre, clubbing the heads off more undead attempting to pop up. Because of their softened flesh, it was quite an easy to task to get the skin to tear, their rotten bones couldn't hold up against energized blows. Though they were weak individually, they held advantage in numbers. Jasper continued to swing as fast as she could, knocking as many skulls as she could, throwing up a little everyone once in a while with a green face. Her head was disoriented and drunk from disgust and at the same time she was fighting off fainting from the crippling fear that had taken over her very soul. It seemed as if no matter how many she killed, double the amount would rise up to replace them. The bulb of her staff was covered in blackened, fetid liquid along with many flesh-like chunks she knew was pieces of zombie brain matter. Her body spasmed for a bit as she huffed from exhaustion, letting the zombies rise out of the ground around her as she rested momentarily.

"There's too many of them!" she hollered out as she smashed her staff-head down on a zombie's shoulder before it could claw out her eyes from its sockets. A hand from below dug its nails into the skin of her calves as her short words caught her off guard and the thing gnashed its hand down causing three bleeding gashes on her leg before she screamed in pain and anger as she caved its head in with a bash of her weapon. Jasper was crying, but continued her carnage all the same, just like everyone else. She had never felt more wild and out of control in her life, all the while, surrounded in the filth of rotting corpses and putrid emanation.