A little ways across the town, shit began to hit the fan. Flames bursting every which way, people running and screaming. And... Skeletons? Burning skeletons?
Cyprian through his shop and slammed through the door, sword in sheathe. He felt his skin peeling again, trying to supress it the way over to a tavern. Cyprian shot left and right like a shuttle through a loom, just before reaching one of the tavern windows, a skeleton burst from the side of the wall. Attacking Cyprian, he was blindsided, a small group of individuals were across the road from him.
"Damn!" Cyprian shouted, trying to hold off the skeleton, he grabbed it by the vertebrae and it was singing his hands.
"Ahh, damn fire!" His skin still crawling with magical prowess. All the sudden, the scars on his arm elevated and shot out through the air, grabbing the burning undead fiend and slamming it into the wall across the street. Cyprian stood up, the skeleton tried to dive at him again, Cyprian now more reactive than before, wasn't even looking at the skeleton when he dodged.
The demon fell on the ground once more, Cyprian tossed his sword to the side, not needing it at the moment; threw his magical tendrils towards it, the skeleton dodged the attack and sent a counter attack swing straight into Cyprians ribs with burning bone.
Cyprian was almost unphased by the blow due to his magical adrenaline. He aimed his arm towards the skeleton after backing away and finally got ahold of it. The demon, looking as if it leviatated, was torn apart by Cyprians threads.
He then looked to the people across from him, and spoke. "He and I are the same; through him I am met."
Cyprian then fell on his hands and knees choking, gasping for air. "Gah, dammit... Skeletons... Burning, skeletons."
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