Dusk watched as his thrown blade as ignored and in it's place a black pearl of sorts was put up, a barrier keeping out any other attempted attacks. "Bugger." Putting his arms down Dusk looked as the one known as Vanessa simply walked away, yelling some banter between her and Jason, something about how he had a duty or some sort. "Right..." He replied to her side-given comment directed at him, he looked to the princess and the demon, tears were in her eyes and smoke was wafting off his body. [i]Children, so many children on his journey[/i] Just as he was to try and call out to the two, a black pulse of energy echoed from the church, cascading over the land and bringing about the a staccato of undead, their arms cropping up and blooming into terrible and vile new enemies. "And bugger." Dusk commented, his mask shifting once more to a face of utter annoyance, a red paint scrawled upon it's sleek white surface. "Time to leave little ones." He 'spat' over to the girl ad boy slumped against the wall. Dusk gave one more glance towards the bubble of darkness that had been created earlier. "Next time you son of a bitch...." A nearly silent promise and Dusk left, exiting the church to come near the others side, "Anses is still missing I presume." He asked coldly to Feress as he came near. He was the only one to have been with him at the time, and he knew they were supposed to be leaving. But he didn't want to go. He felt it was his duty to at least try finding the Cianad, it felt only fair. A glance around the area, the darkened people who were now an army for the damned returned a cold and hungry stare. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few..."I suggest sicking close." Raising his weapons once more he trained them on the nearest few shamblers. He gave a look behind his shoulder, looking for the two bodies still in the church. They needed to get the hell out of there. 

Lowering her blade as Feress did his staff, Elaine looked at the oncoming body, they seemed shorter, less...intimidating, than she first thought. Halfway through putting her modest blade away an echoing cold ran through the land. Plumes of rotting and cursed flesh rose and came back to life horribly, their twisted bodies a shadow of what they should still be, but where not. "U-uhm...Mr..." She looked to the kitsune for some sort of guidance, and was shown it when he cast a beautiful spell. Destroying a few nearby farmers with a little dazzle of ethereal blades. Elaine paled, the idea of fighting these many enemies...these many who used to be, normal people. She tried to ignore her stomach and it's somersaults, her two small hands wrapped around the small dagger handle. She would try her hardest, she wouldn't fall behind, she would be helpful. Not a nuisance. She looked once more to the faces of the party. They were all a lot more distraught than before. The smiles and offers of protection and carrying didn't really show right now. Some were in pan, some where afraid, she was't sure which half she fell into. 

Alexandira felt something, some large radiating terribleness. A black circle growing to encompass the near area. Odd sounds of earth breaking, snarls and creaking melted through the wood of the church. Swiping through a cultist she found herself outside, having phased through a wall. Bodies were raising, things that should have been buried where now clawing their ways onto the battlefield, dotting what used to be a town with what used to be it's denizens. "...I know how you feel." Silencing the pained moan of a nearby by cursed she looked sharply to the building once more. She had some words to part with those inside. Anyone who was still in the main room, the one with the chanting and the crying, would see it's back wall become scarce. A new doorway being made by a spray of flying blades and bodies. Alexandria flew in, a rage filled air about her. She hated those who disrespected the dead. She looked to the barrier, and how it had deflected her projectiles. It wasn't going to move easily...Searching the room further for more enemies, she instead found a boy and a girl, huddled against a wall. An odd cloaked figure, not alike to the cultists, had just walked out. "Boy." She said across the way as she recognized that one who had made the dark armor. "It's rude to smoke in church." Her weapons came about her, forming a nest of blades around her. "This won't end well, leaving is for the wise." She gave a long curt stare to the shield. "Staying is for the damned."