Snippet #1110476

Xavier stumbled back, one of the zombie’s had sliced him across the cheek with it’s blade. Letting out a small yelp and drops of blood fell from the wound, he called upon his flames on his right hand: he had an idea. As the pile of rotting flesh crawled towards him, it had about a good two inches on him, Xavier stood still, biding his time. With both of it’s hands (I use the term loosely) gripped tightly on it’s blade’s hilt, the creature slowly and steadily rose it’s weapon, the student could feel the force it had behind it’s swing as he prepared to drop it all down on him. Moment’s before the zombie began to swing down, Xavier lunged forward and smacked his open palm into the torso of the reanimated corpse, causing all the flames once only on his hand, to extend to the entire rotting thing.

As the creature fell onto it’s back, it writhed in pain, letting out a horrifying scream before it’s entire body reduced to ash. Xavier grimaced--- regardless of what it had become now, that thing was once a human. He couldn’t help but feel some remorse for what it had become now, a tool forced to do some whom he doubt valued its help much. The senior sighed, what was he getting all sentimental about? It was trying to kill him now, and he had dealt with it…

“There’s still way too many to deal with…” His eyes narrowed as they darted towards the middle off all the otherworldly monsters, in the middle of it all, there was one student, calmly chanting an incantation. It was Joel. A technique like this…the rumors about him at school were true? “Dammit…so you really are against us?” Xavier clinched his fists, causing them to erupt with their respective elements.


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Preston was trying his best to stay out of everyone’s way. He managed to find an old rusted broadsword among the remains of the enemy’s undead servants, however, he hadn’t the foggiest on how to use it effectively, and besides, all he could do was heal; he wasn’t a fighter. I should just stay with Jayx and her friends…I can be of more use there… The blonde haired boy thought, frantically. His eyes darted about, trying to find the girl and her strange allies, but he couldn’t catch her in the midst of all of the chaos on the battle field.

Graaaaawgh!

Preston screamed, behind him, a single mace-wielding zombie limped after him, eager to sink all of its three teeth into the freshman. It flailed the weapon about wildly, and it was so close to Preston that he could hear the sound of it cutting the wind. The boy’s heart raced as he forced his legs to go so fast he thought that they were going to fly from his body.

“Sh-shi-shit!” Preston yelped. He tripped. Over a pebble. A stupid, insignificant pebble. As he impacted against the dirt, his scavenged blade fell from his hand a scuttled across the field. He was scared.

Grrrrrraaaaaugh!

He watched as the shadow of his pursuer cast over him, and flipped himself over to get a glimpse of his attacker—before it’s weapon pounded his skull in.

But then, to his surprise…the creature stopped. It dropped it’s weapon, and let out a ghastly wail, before it suddenly sunk deep into the grounds from which it came. Preston, still shaking from the ordeal, let out a relieved breath and let his body fall limp as he spread himself out across the warm dirt ground.

What do we have hear folks? Did the necromancer lose control over his undead horde? He’s collapsed! Unable to battle anymore!

The crowd gasped at the collapse of another one of the warrior’s, he was still conscious, but he was no doubt done for the day.

Yet another one left unable to continue! It looks like our first group is just about finished here! The girl hasn’t made a move yet..and what…can….the lone….

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Xavier listened, confused as the announcer Icarus’ speech became slowed, he watched as the members of the crowd slowed in their heckling and throwing of food—this sensation was all too familiar, though much less through. Time was moving at a crawl, rather than completely stopped like the night before in the Shopping District.

"Guys, get ready... The wolves were just the first round, they'll be sending more, quickly!"

One of the opposite group called out, Xavier didn’t notice the kid, but he must have been from Atari. Was this time-slow his doing? Only more evidence supporting their allying with the ‘bad-guy’. It didn’t seem like this one wanted a fight—something told Xavier to still be cautious though. Granted, a fight at this point, with two of their fighters incapacitated and the other not keen on fighting, was foolish—could this supposed truce be a ploy?

There wasn’t much to it though; those gates were opening, and whatever was behind them looked to be a lot more than just a few wolves.

“Yo…” Xavier closed in on him ((Valor)), “You’re teams done for the day…but we’re still not out of the woods, let’s help each other out. We just got here, so we're still fresh; but you all look beat.” He relieved his left hand from its grip around his right bicep, and held out his hand to Valor. “Just for now alright?” Xavier nodded towards the pair of bloodthirsty looking red eyes inside the darkness of the monster’s gate. It didn't matter whether or not they were truly enemies at this point, if they wanted to live, they needed to team up.

((Can't believe I've been leaving Preston out the action! And thanks Logan! I appreciate it.))