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Kisikoni had just began looking for children as well as her partner, when suddenly the dark elf rejoined him, wounded terribly (in his opinion). She clutched at a burn on her shoulder, coated with grime- he would not have noticed it if her face wasn't so full of expression. Usually she was very dry and sarcastic in demeanor. Kisikoni smiled slightly as he recalled what Pel had showed him. He hoped it would take no magical ability. He had very little, if at all. Besides, the power felt more automatic than manual. He tapped the armor on Talae's body, hoping it would heal him the same as it did for himself.

Come to think of it, his own armor had spoken to him, but it had not done so in awhile. He still was slightly annoyed at it's snappish comments from earlier, but was grateful for it's assistance. Kisikoni briefly wondered whether if it was just him going insane. If Talae's wounds didn't heal, they would have to take a much slower and roundabout route toward the center if they didn't want to be trapped and overwhelmed. He considered the routes possible, before his senses picked up something amiss. Suddenly, Kisikoni's eyes widened in horror.

Those that had been killed were struggling, and getting up. Some walked over to kill their own comrades in their sleep- despicable as it was. Then those that were killed rose up as well, and began to encircle himself and Talae. He desperately hoped Talae could fight- because even if they were the lesser deads he had encountered once before during his ten years of fighting skirmishes. The undead had advantages in numbers- and were nearly immune to pain- which made most of his martial art techniques useless- as they relied on surprising the enemy. He cursed softly. "I hope you can fight." He uttered in a low voice.

Here, his regular power had no effect. Undead, especially the lesser mindless zombies were resistant to Deep Human Fear abilities. Normal ones. Making them flinch would be extremely hard, on the paper-thin chance that it wasn't impossible. He scowled heavily, forcing two of the undead back with strong strokes that left deep gashes- though it was only the strength of the blows that caused them to fall back slightly. What was he to do?

Kisikoni looked at his hands- is this all he could accomplish? Would his skill only go this far? In the same moment he looked at his hands, he looked back up. One undead was already upon him. He did not give it a chance to attack, and took the initiative. He had to trust his partner to fend for herself- besides, escaping wasn't really an option when a horde of the dead surrounded them. He sank the thick blade into it's head, drawing out to feel two hands grab his torso. He threw him off, but more hands and bodies continues to wrap around him. They were going to force him to his knees and kill him. He desperately cut, killing one by lopping off the top portion of it's skill. He resisted the dead's flailing attempts to bring him down, trying to force his way out and only succeeded in cutting down one more before they piled over him. As teeth gnashed at his armor, Kisikoni began to choke, trying to gasp for air in such a cramped and dangerous situation. Was he going to die here? He tried to raise his limbs, but they were all weighed down by bodies- and he wasn't very strong- just fast. Kisikoni began to start shouting in horror. He didn't want to die here- become an undead and be forced to attack allies. Suddenly, the air fell still

His eyes glassed over- a tightness in his gut beginning to unravel. Kisikoni barely managed to look down in his desperate fight in holding back the bodies piled on him. It wasn't his entrails leaving his abdomen. It was something else- he felt whatever it was unravel more and more- a deep untapped reservoir of what only could be described as darkness- fear. A inhuman snarl broke from Kisikoni's lips, and his eyesight slowly began to tint a faint red. Was it anger? No- he only felt desperation. Somehow, he threw off the bodies, sending them flying. Standing up, Kisikoni stumbled back, clutching his head. Suddenly, he was aware that his facial feature didn't seem quite right. He looked quickly into a pool of water, sheltered by an overhang to prevent rain interference.

Kisikoni looked straight back, his upper left area of his face sprouting three beady black eyes that darted in it's sockets.

As quickly as he looked, it faded away, retreating under his skin grotesquely- leaving it unmarked. As if it had never made it's presence. Kisikoni felt a chill go down his spine- as he became aware of some strange power stored in his body even he did not understand yet.

However, there was no time to be pondering- the undead had gotten back onto their feet, and he was once again wildly looking for Talae, hoping she had been able to survive long enough for him to intervene if she were to be fighting a losing battle.

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Mercy shook herself out of the Lamia's grasp as they began to start running. "I don't need to be dragged, I can run fine." She quipped. All they needed was to tell her to follow. It's not like she wanted to stay behind with these dragon-humping freaks. "However, if you want to carry me you're more than welcome." She added. When no reply came to the snide comment, she deflated slightly and continued to follow rather raggedly after them. She was clumsier than usual, but a clumsy spider was still formidable. She swung her hammer as she ran, keeping the momentum in case she had to use it in a hurry.

The voluminous red eyes blinked in slight amusement as the companions bickered amongst one another, and after a impressive display of magic and fighting they had finally made their way to their supposed exit. She shuddered once as she realized it was a portal. After what happened when Nhil took her on a little magical journey she didn't trust teleporting magic very much anymore.

In fact, the moment she saw that bastard she was going to pummel him until his hair was dyed red.

Her sense of flight overpowered her fear, and as she leapt on she gritted her teeth. Maybe she would get lucky this time.