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[Akroma]

Emmetts and Felicias forces combined freed Emmett from the foul embrace of the grave, but the short moment of victory was cut ever shorter by the sobering reality. Emmetts punch landed squarely, and with an adrenaline fueled might that suprised himself the most. However with no flesh to feel pain, such a punch is little more than an invitation, and sooner than his hand withdrew, the ravenous hunger was attracted by the morsel that was so close. Rotting, but nevertheless sharp teeth sunk deep into Emmetts hand, gushing a formidable amount of blood.


Pain can sometimes be lessened by excitement. But not this time.


Emmetts wailing and flailing was to no avail, the voracious jaws had eloped the trappings of mortality for a singular purpose - to eat. And they would not release their price.


Injury and despondence set the stage for heroism - or cowardice.

Elise had decided to abandon the later. Frustration, and fury, more destructive than a hundred cannons. Her wrath was thrown upon her assailant, knocking it loose from Emmett, a few, knocked out teeth remaining stuck in the debasing wound, already heraldinc a creeping infection. The painful resonance in her arms were sobering - but spirits were lifted, and purpose was made clear. Perhaps a turning point?


"Okay....okay...huff...okay...you got this...you got this...KEEP IT BUSY!"

Morgana, lacerating the palm of her hand in a hurry, far deeper and with far less care than she had intended, began drawing strange marking with her own blood. Dark portence filled the room.

[kj1225]

Oceanus seeing that the skeleton is out numbered and probably going to be pinned down, goes to see if the grat it was previously keeping open was open now.

[Akroma]

The opened hatch was a tunnel into a lightless nightmare. Steep and narrow, it presented a path into the dark unknown, reaching deep into the bowels of the earth.

[Sanure]

Felicia remembers her weapon, and brings it down at the Skeleton's neck. Perhaps she could sever it?

[SOLDIER First]

Emmett grits his teeth with tears streaming down his face. He grips his wrist in pain and backs off from the skeleton, a stream of curses flowing through his mind.

[Kansa]

Elise winced at the feedback from the strike, she had not been expecting it to be so jarring. She took a moment to recover, the anger dulling slightly in the interim. Again though she clung to it, anything to stop the fear from overwhelming her. She rose the cold iron once again, high above her head before sending it again downwards in one smooth arc. It was with no artistry but with the sheer ferocity that only a cornered animal could muster. 

[kj1225]

Oceanus looks with his flashlight on.

[Akroma]

The flashlight did little to illuminate a path so deep. Oceanus could not make out the end of it.

---

Once a trained warrior, certain aspects of the cruel arithmetic of combat remained ingrained in these damnable bones. As such it was not suprising, when it grasped at Felicias weapon just as she had raised it above her head to gain momentum for her desperate attack. Caught at her organicaly weakest, she was disarmed after naught but a short, hopeless struggle.

Elise assault was desperate, foolhardy, but there was a force to it that gave way to heroism. Stopped barely by the horrors thick armor, rendered useless by the lack of any padding flesh, the blow was transmitted unhindered, and a sickening crack announced the departure of 2 lower ribs, which plumetted to the ground unceremoniously.

The realisation of the useless aspect of this assault quickly caught up to any sense of accomplishment Elise might have felt in this moment, throwing her pride into the mud. Such a terrible assault could not be left unanswered. With strength channeled from hell itself, the iron made contact with Elise face, sending her sprawling to the ground, breaking her cheekbone and leaving a nasty, profusely bleeding gash. Ringing ears. Blurred vision. The end approaches.


Morgana meanwhile was enraptured in litanies that were neither latin, nor hebrew, nor greek. Though no effect manifested itself...

[Kansa]

Elise stumbled backwards, the iron clattering to the ground as she let out a cry of pain. Her vision blurred from the pain as she scrambled away, the fear returning in full force at the first sign of blood. Her hands searched for the piece of iron that she had left behind, she quickly found it and pointed it towards the horrific creature in a vain attempt to hold it off.

[kj1225]

Oceanus turns back and sighs. He walks over to Elise and grabs the iron.
"Go back to the entrance, I got this."

[Akroma]

The longer the creature returned to its unholy non-life, so grew its sanity. A remnant of long-lost honor obtruded it to take a broad-legged stance, clutching the iron between its skelettal fingers. It had accepted Oceanus challenge.


But had he really, "got this" ?

[kj1225]

Oceanus shakes out the kinks in his neck. He survived something that would instantly kill him with less notice, a lumbering skeleton in armor, while somewhat worrying, isn't nearly as scary. He charges the skeleton, bringing down the iron stick in a diagonal motion towards the leg of the skeleton. He had to take it out quick, given that the other probably doesn't have to worry about pacing itself.

[Akroma]

((I take it nobody else is taking any action besides lick their wounds? Sanure?))

[Sanure]

((Is feeling sick.))

Felicia sits in fear, scared of what the Skeleton just did with her weapon.

[Sanure]

((-double Post-))