[IC] Under Deep OOC (6 players only, first come first serve)

[Apokalipse]

Dasmira almost fell to the ground at the power of the shriek that rushed over her. Her knees quivered and buckled but she gathered enough will power to still stand. Crimson claws glimmered in her eye, but not the good glimmer that came with gold and silver – this glimmer was one of peril and bereavement. The thief would be lying if she didn’t admit that she would give up all her gold if she received the tiniest of help. Her finger fumbled in her coin skirt, awkwardly coiling around her rope dart instead of with the surety she usually possessed. This was only enhanced when that giant red eye made contact with her own. Dasmira’s body tensed and her eyes widened as it sprinted towards her, its long arms and legs thumping on the ground with the sheer weight.

The conwoman was saved in the nick of time when Athinar placed himself in front of her and Serkan hit the giant thing with some sort of magic that Dasmira didn’t understand.
“Though I don’t particularly like you, you cagna ladro, I’ll still help the ‘dead weight’ in this group.” Dasmira sneered at him and suddenly felt the need to prove herself, though she knew it might end badly.

Ripping her rope dart from her skirt, she darted from the protection of the fire wall and swung it around the beast’s head. Using her momentum, she began flying as the rope tightened around the ugly thing’s neck and had managed to find her way behind it. She dug her heels into the ground and halted; Dasmira began to pull and pull with her full might to make the beast fall unto the ground. His bowed legs were his shield and his bane as bowed legs strengthen the front, but weaken him from behind. Or at least, that’s how it mostly worked; with such a mighty thing like this, she didn’t know what effect it would have and prayed that the other two would have her back.
Also, she mentally took back that thing about her gold.

[teapotshark]

Quick on her feet, Alexine sliced through groups of the undead. Rotted bones cut easily, like thin, rusted metal snapped in half. The mage's streams of flame danced in the corners of her vision, sometimes so close her arms and face burned. She swung out at flashes of metal, parried the undead and knocked them to the ground hard enough to snap their bones.

Alexine turned to meet another when an inhuman screech pierced her ears and sent her to her knees. She clutched at her head ineffectually, still gripping her sword in a callous fist. The undead swarmed her in a tight circle and lifted their weapons to strike her dead. She cried out and dropped her hands, spun and hacked at their ankles. A narrow escape from a blow to the neck. The undead around her crumbled, and when she stood again, the rest had backed away to the very corners of the courtyard or disappeared completely.

Before the adventurers stood a great, ugly beast with one eye and monstrous arms, unlike anything she had seen in all her adventurers. There had been many villainous monsters she helped to take down, but none came close to this. It lunged for Dasmira, the half-elf and the mage; Alexine followed. They moved quickly, with practiced skill befitting their titles. Flames and melodic slashes charged for the beast. As she approached the group again, Dasmira darted out from the protection of flames and by some miracle of skill wrangled the beast's neck in her rope.

Attentive to opportunity, Alexine ran to where Dasmira wrestled with the creature. She yanked from her belt a long dagger and stabbed at the beast's eyes.They could only hold it down so long before it overpowered Dasmira. Alexine wrenched her dagger from its eye, and dashed around to its side. "Immobolise it, quick!" she called to the others, and drove her dagger into the flesh behind the beast's shoulder until the blade severed muscle.