Snippet #2024007

Things seemed to be taking a turn for the worse now that Zenin could access the situation. Chaos was being kicked about like a child might kick a small stone down the road, and Ea, the powerhouse of the group, was doing little damage, already asking for a human sacrifice from the others. She was an odd one, a flesh eater who wouldn't take an innocent life but would gladly eat one of her friends for her cause. And then Beleth was there, running a finger over his blade and licking the foul blood which had been left behind by the creature. Hidden my his mask, he frowned a bit at this, knowing by smell alone it had to taste horrible, but her blood spell which resulted from it was a big help. Seeing that it had taken a toll on her, he reaches out and places a hand on her back to steady her before she asks them to distract it for a bit.

Nodding, Zenin stands and cracks his neck just a moment before Yauz cast his speed boosting magic. Rather than thank the mage, seeing that Belen was now the target of the beast after it had been taken down only to stand back up, the assassin slips into the shadows, appearing a few moments later on the roof once again, though this time he slips from shadow to shadow across the town, following Belen from on high. When his chance comes he leaps onto the giant as it closes in on the archer, landing on the same shoulder, but this time he digs his blades into the creatures throat, his hands a dark, bloody blur as he slashes at arteries, opens the windpipe, and does as much damage as he can before he gets sent crashing to the ground, the monster having thrown him at Ea.

The crash had done a fair deal of damage, as, after all, the doppelganger had no armor to speak of. Sitting up, coughing up some blood, he looks over at Ea and sighs before saying, "Flesheater, I could use some rest. Feast on my broken body if it will let you destroy this creature...I've no fear of the shadows, nor of pain. Go on, be quick about it!"

In his current state, Zenin was broken and useless. If he were to die and be resurrected, he would still feel the pain, but he wouldn't be useless to the group anymore. He'd have to meditate on why exactly he'd made such a choice later though.