Twilight of the Gods

"Foul, disgusting, vile, horrible creature!" Sera yells, shuddering a bit.

"Not so bad. It could have been MUCH worse, all thing considered," Bran said, scrubbing off.

"It's an abomination." She shudders again, wiping off some of the green stuff that may or may not actually be there.

"No one was injured or killed by this monstrous creature. I personally believe that to be a very good thing."

The Guide merely smirks at Sera's primness, hiding it quickly behind one hand.

"D-do y-you need h-healing?" Amilee had stayed back during the fight, lacking any sort of combat training.
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"No, no. We were quite fortunate that it was such a simple battle. The worst that may occur is a foul smell for a while, but that is nothing we cannot handle."

"I am fine." Sera steps back out of the water, and touches the tip of her spear, becoming dry again quickly.

"A-alright." Amilee nods quickly.

"I must admit, that could have gone much worse for all involved. I must admit that, to my point of view, that was far too easy."

Just as he says this, the forest is split with rumblings similar to the creature's, coming from all around them.

Amilee rounds on him. "You d-don't say that! That get M-murphy's attenti- Oh dear..."

"Who is this Murphy you speak of?" he asked, readying his axe and running a hand over his sword case for luck.

"Murphy's law... Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong..." Amilee's hand goes to her sword, though she most likely has no clue how to wield it.

"Your people sound depressing. I always believe in the best," he said, gripping his axe and glancing over at her grip to see about correcting it.

"Ah, well..." Amilee trails off. She's holding her sword with both hands, off to the side- kind of like a baseball bat.

Sera raises her spear. "More? Really?" She sounds rather annoyed.

Drums begin beating in the distance, and wild, shrill cries can be heard in between the grunts and growls of the abominations. Bran stares for a moment at Amilee's grip before subtly moving himself in front of her, trying to spare her pride, but at the same time keep her from cutting off her own limbs with the sword.

Amilee looks petrified, hands shaking, and starts whispering a prayer. Something close, presumably, to 'oh dear gods please let me get out of this alive'.

"Faith, Amilee," he said, muttering a few choice words about his sword under his breath as well.

"Akina Ra Set!" Sera says to steady herself.

"I'm a healer, n-not a fighter! I've never held a sword in my l-life!" Amilee whispers back, panicked.

"Why do you have a weapon, if you have no understanding of its use?"

"M-my mother gave it to me, as her mother g-gave it to her."

"Easy, Amilee. I meant no criticism. I was only surprised. If we live, I shall instruct you. As for the moment, it would perhaps be best if you got behind Sera and I."

Amilee nods, hiding behind him quickly.

More drums join in, pounding louder and louder as they near the group. The tension rises to a fever pitch, and Bran readies himself, muttering about how he could really use his sword. Dark shapes appear through the trees, hundreds of them, fanning out and surrounding the group. Oddly enough, these shapes are much smaller than the abominations, and appear to be normal people.