Zoe Beringer

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Wiping the blood off her lips with the back of her hand, Zoe inhaled deeply. Without thought or resolution, she dug her boots in and sprinted forward. Once she was within striking distance, she slid sideways into a left jab with her bespiked hand. Some part of her recognized the folly in her clumsy attack, but her anger had not dissipated and the greater of side of her wanted blood.

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supertinyking said
((He isn't omnipotent. Just old....really....really....old.)) The ax lands a heavy blow, but rather than cut though drac, seemed to bounce off of him as if she had struck him with a rubber toy."Oh god not this again." Drac says rolling his eyes. He then sits on the ground with a raised eyebrow."One." He says.

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The recoil from the strike buckled Zoe's knees and snapped her arms back causing the axe to slip from her hands and fling toward a bank of snow. Falling on her side, Zoe skidded backward slamming into her pack inches from an outcropping of ice. As she lifted herself up from the ice, her parted lips allowed a trickle of blood to spatter into the snow. She snapped off the clips from her crampons and gripped both in the palm of each hand. Shakily standing, Zoe raised her spiked fists while bracing her back boot with her pack.

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((i like the second thing. all though it seems pretty foolish to pick a fight with the omnipotent Drac, my character is a little delirious right now.)) Zoe couldn't take her eyes off of the portal. It was mesmerizing and horrible. A heat pressed at the back of her eyes and the a desperate chord struck somewhere in her psyche. It was too much. She had fought the mountain tooth and nail for her chance at glory all to return a failure further reminded of her lack of power. Her hands squeezed the axe so hard her knuckles cracked as she lifted it above her head and swung with all her might at the unholy creature next to her.

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Taking one look at the glowing tear in the air, a chill ran up Zoe's spine. "No that is alright. I think I will walk." ((I'm looking for a little conflict and blood, lots of blood. Any ideas where to lead this to. You have averted several of my conspiracies thus far. :) ))

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supertinyking said
"Yes, but alive. More than they would of been should that had I not been here." Drac says out loud. "I guess you would like to go to a near by town....do you have a map?" He asks.

"Uh..yes. Yes I do." Zoe fumbled with her bag finally pulling out a map. A trail from South Col to Kathmandu was outlined in red marker. She handed the map to Drac awkwardly.

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In a swift movement, Drac held out his hands the chopper stopping dead still as it slowly floated safely to the ground. Slowly the blades of the chopper are repaired seemingly out of thin air, as well as any other damage done."And that is the main reason why." Drac mutters again.

Zoe heard the crack of breaking equipment and ice, but in a moment the sounds had vanished and the rhythmic whir of the chopper blades stabilized. At some point she had dropped to her knees covering her face with her hands. She opened her eyes to look through the lattice of her fingers and over her shoulder. The glance was just in time to see a panicked pilot shout to the confused man sprawled out in the bed of the craft. The runners lifted off the ice and the helicopter returned to its intended route. Zoe thought that she may have heard a muffled apology shouted from the copters passenger, but she couldn't be sure. Once again she was on the glacier with miles between the next town and a man with glowing eyes and the ability to avert disaster. "...they're gone."

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Hey sorry my posts are coming in sporadically. I'm not very skilled in multitasking.

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supertinyking said
Drac took a few steps back as well, eyeing the chopper."I hate aircraft." He mutters.

The runners of the helicopter bounced twice on the glacier as the pilot attempted to land the whirring machine. The cabin of the copter had been stripped of any loose articles including the bench that usually ran between the doors. The starboard runner kissed the ice once more before a stiff wind picked up tilting the nose of the craft upward at a fearful angle. In an instant the blades of the chopper dove into the glaciers surface slicing up chunks of ice an pitching them forward. Zoe turned and began to step away agonizingly slowly. Landing at this altitude was suicide, but it wasn't until this moment that the pilot, his one armed passenger, and Zoe realized what end this attempt would take.

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An old bulky chopper came into sight whipping tendrils of snow up and into Zoe's face. She squinted against the flurries. It was amazing they even saw them from the other side of the mountain, but it would be near impossible for them to land. A man with his sleeve tied off at an oddly high point near his should leaned out the air craft and motioned with his other arm to move back. Zoe looked over her shoulder at Micheal and Drac and reluctantly retreated back toward them.

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((Have to go! Sorry to drop the storyline. Adios.))