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Anastasia - Necromancer

Anastasia looked at the she wolf a bit surprised at her words. This was good though, she was already talking to her and it may give her an opening to finally converse with the ever so popular redhead bombshell. She would not argue that this long legged, beauty of a beast was actually attractive. She smiled lightly , the comfort and yet also interesting fact that she knew Icelandic was inviting. Not many people were she was from left ice land, let alone knew of it or spoke any of it's languages. She had a feeling that would come in nicely.

Gathering with everyone else she looked around nervously, the people surrounding her were all so put together or at-least they didn't show their nerves. She clutched onto the bottom of her jacket pulling it down nervously as Isis opened up her large majestic wings. She closed her eyes tightly as her body stiffened she could suddenly feel a flooding of calmness of her body and a smile spread lightly on her lips. Unsure of what came over her it was taken away from her as they arrived at the library.

Anastasia looked around at the walls to walls of books. Her eyes widened ... now here was something she enjoyed. Books...books were always her friends, filling her mind with adventure, excitement and some times death. She loved reading books on old history, languages and anything pertaining to death. She could hear talking in the distance but she was distracted by all the literature.

Slowly walking over she reached her hand out genitally , touching the spine of a few old books. stroking down the spine on one book she wiped the dust off the aged leather. She looked up a large smile on her face. She slowly moved down the shelves looking at the different titles and texts. Looking up briefly she saw the golum grabbing at Nestor. Cocking her head to the side a bit confused watching to see what thous two we--

"holy spirits"

she muttered under her breath as she watched the golum fling Nestor like he was a sack of flour. She watched him hit the large statue, and in turn pissed him off. Stepping away from the books she called upon her necromancer powers her body engulfing in a fiery green mist. Her eyes black as they narrowed on Nestor seeing him get caught in the mouth of the giant she was about to take a step but she had a vision.

One of the Anubi rocked back with the sudden blow of hellish ice as it danced across his muzzle and face. A rumbling growl filled the library, and the creature moved with preternatural deftness to right his fall, managing to stop himself with a firm planting of a clawed foot. Anger flashed in the now burning eyes of the Anubi, and it reached out to grasp the hell hound and ice-demon firmly in his hand before flinging them like so much chaff into the library stacks.

she pulled out of her vision as fast as it came to her, She searched around frantically trying to think of something " Thinkthinkthinkthink " Thinking on her feet she ran towards the stack of books while the others were watching the giant. She cleared out the stack of books moving them out of the way. With the speed and velocity that the giant would throw them at would cause serious harm to Nestor, unsure about the hound since we was...well dead. She ran over to a table that had some form of cloth covering it , possibly to protect the books from dust or other things. either way, she grabbed it from the table, there was a lot of it and it was quite thick. Running back over she tossed it on the spot where the books were. It would at least be nicer to land on then a stack of hard and rather dirty tomes.

She stood at the exact spot and watched as the large stone statue toss them in her direction, taking a chance she pulled her powers from inside grounding them to her feet in-case of any lash back. " Deprimo" she muttered as a gust of wind from her hand shot towards the two large objects heading towards her. The wind wrapping around their bodies as they continued to move she stood there stretching out of arms as she grunted trying to slow down their speed. She succeeded but not soon enough. As she opened her eyes to see if they arrived safe she was hit by the failing Artie, Nestor landing on the softened pad only a few seconds after artie.

"Ow"

Anastasia muttered as she pushed Artie off of her rubbing her hand gently on her head. She accidentally hit her head on some part of artie, and he was not soft to say the least.

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