Snippet #2085399

Changes.

The undead kept coming. Nox could kill them all day, but it was boring. Instead he sends a message to Lilith, and turns to focus on Cauld.

Got yer second wind, eh? Should have stayed down kid. Might have survived. the being sighed into the mind of Cauld, simply watching the man rise, filled with new power it seemed. The armor's damage revealed a human eye amidst all the monster ones- and showed a critical flaw. Timing had to be perfect, aim had to be beyond that. Nox could pull it off though. Let's play a game I invented. It's called Choroidal Melanoma. Here is how it goes..

Nox waited, the other rising and charging- reckless, the actions of a fool. Not bothering to plant his mass before swinging the sword had left the human with a wide open gap in his defense, one Nox planned on exploiting. The sword's magic cooled the air, both before and within it's wake, this would have been swell should the fool prepared his swing better. As it were the beast had an easy solution for the clumsy strike.

With a wet sound the being splits- dividing along the path the blade passes, separating Nox into two halves. Unexpected as this move is, the man's wind swing would pass through and beyond Nox...and into the ground below. The human had no doubt expected impact...resistance from the mass of Nox...but with there being none the wild swing would carry onward, as the charging form rushes to harm Nox. In missing so fully, and in not stopping his head-long rush, Cauld had screwed the pooch- the sword would become stuck in the ground for even a moment, as the forward momentum of it's wielder would push it's point in slightly deeper. Stopping the rush. This would also require the man to pull the sword free, a simple action- but one that would take even a second to accomplish, before bringing it to bear upon things once more.

Divided as it were, the two halves of Nox remained connected through a shared link- It was still one mind, one being...just divided; Left Nox and Right Nox.

Already however the halves were in motion.

As sure as one knows time stops for no man...time had not stopped as the fool swung and missed, his steps carried him into a carefully planned trap...that sprung just as his exposed left eye was in range.

Right Nox(Cauld's Left) twisted into a spire and extended. Faster than an average arrow's shot, faster even than those cumbersome blunderbusses the Dwarves worked on, the spike of mass snapped upward...on a direct path into Cauld's eye. Even should the human somehow dodge the killing blow of taking a spike through the eye and into the brain, Nox was sure to leave a mark. The sharpness of the twisted point was immeasurable with even the finest glasses Atherea possessed- one would need higher tech to see the microarray of ridged edges and sharp scales coating the spike. Even a glancing strike would be enough to shred steel like paper.

But what of the zombies?

Lilith had heard the whispered message of her servant, and nodded a slight agreement. It was time for her to dirty her hands.

While the horde of undead may have posed a challenge for a monster even such as Nox..they were leaves in the wind once Lilith got rolling. Wet sounds fill the air, as an extra pair of arms erupt from her sides, her long legs fusing into an armored serpentine body while her wings slid out further to become a set of bat-like limbs. She was grinning savagely as she turned to face Conall with a wink.

With a scream of pure joy she fell into the throng of undead, her powerful limbs sweeping through groups of two or three at a time. Mighty sweeps of her tail took away heads, limbs and torsos with the barest of effort. While she was a goddess of passion and sex...one should never forget that violence and passion, violence and sex...the all share a thin red line. Lilith was that red line.

Far to soon, and far to easily she was done...twitching heaps of flesh and bone littering the ground about her, as she pouts, "They always finish before me..." her voice husky with restrained emotions. Killing always got her excited..and left little to satisfy her. A pity. Her eyes find Conall again...he DID want to get lucky before, she thought with a grin.