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[right][sub][b][color=D8BFD8]Location: [/color][/b]Elysium Island[/sub]
[sub][b][color=D8BFD8]Interations:[/color][/b] Lila Blackwood, [@NoriWasHere][/sub][/right][hr]

[color=gray]The woman’s head tilted at unnatural angles, and when she came nose to nose with Liz, the necromancer felt her body painfully tense in preparation for whatever might come next. Her muscles went slack as the woman shifted back and smiled at her instead. She was [i]not[/i] in the mood to defend herself with blisters on her skin.

Then suddenly, without any warning, she was scooped into feathery arms. Her teeth grit as she suppressed protesting the assistance. She knew she was small, and injured, but she wasn’t helpless! She could have had a golem carry her. Or a hellhound, if she needed to be fast.

[color=D8BFD8]“Broseiden, huh?”[/color] She managed to utter with a strained voice as her hands held onto the woman for dear life.

[color=D8BFD8][i]Thank the Hound they have a– Holy fuck![/i][/color]

Her thought had been interrupted as the winged woman shot into the air. The movement jolted her within the arms of her carrier and left her stomach back at the mansion. She would have been nauseous if a sudden realization didn’t distract her.

[color=D8BFD8][i]She’s taking me right into the line of fire![/i][/color]

She wanted to say it out loud, but she couldn’t get the air into her lungs as they zig-zagged between the horde of undead. Bullets whizzed by them, and Liz cringed as she heard the thunks of metal hitting flesh. It was astonishing that the woman didn’t feel the pain of them.

It wasn’t long before the woman dove, and they both landed in the dirt. Right in front of the volcanic apparition. Liz was too busy gasping for air to question it. A few of her dried blisters had cracked open somewhere between the mansion and the rough landing. She was grateful for the protection the woman had provided her, of course, but the way her skin burned because of all of the jostling made it hard for her to thank the feathery friend yet.

She looked around, peeking out through black feathered wings, to search for this Sully. He was handsome, huh? There were a lot of handsome faces around them. Lots of powerful Coven members, too, she noted. Liz’s attention snagged on a muscled up woman as soon as the sun seemed to multiply in brightness, and she flinched with a wince as a beam of energy blasted the apparition.

[color=D8BFD8][i]So that’s who cooked me.[/i][/color]

It didn’t even hurt the apparition, either. This place was truly fucked if none of the Coven could land a decent blow. Even more fucked now that it was joined by an attack from above, bright cyan ghosts raining down upon them as a large, golden dragon apparition appeared from a portal in the sky.

She would have been a goner if not for the winged woman. Her hands curled into dry fists of frustration as she made herself as small as possible underneath pale arms and black feathers. The hits came, and she was shocked that none of them breached the shield that the wings provided them.

Liz looked up at her savior with wide eyes in their cocoon and murmured. [color=D8BFD8]“Your abstraction is incredible.”[/color] She could sense that the woman was adjoined, and it made Liz wonder how it had come to be.

[color=D8BFD8]“Let me up when the hits end, though. I can trap one of the apparitions long enough for one of your hard hitters to weaken it.”[/color]

Hopefully. She just had to decide which one to target first.

The ground suddenly shook underneath them, like a bomb had gone off.

[color=D8BFD8]“Whatever the hell [i]that[/i] was might have made the job easier.”[/color][/color]