[center][h1][color=f7941d]Yuri[/color] and  [color=ed1c24]Marcus[/color]     [/h1]
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Yuri  Looked into the room, his face twisting into a disgusted look, they say  you get used to such sights the more your a hunter. But, as Yuri knew  all to well, the mythical "they" were full of shit usually. Shaking his  head he called over to Marcus [color=f7941d]"Nothing more we can do here for him, lets  move on."[/color] Without really waiting for a reply Yuri carefully made his way  out into the hallway, but the further he moved on the stronger the  stench of decay became. Yuri tried to power through it, as he could see a  doorway at the end of the hall. As he walked he shook his head from  time to time as the walls seemed to melt away a points, leaving behind  barely hewn or carved stone. All the while the cold feeling at the base  of his spine flashed back to life, staying this time, causing Yuri to swear softly. 

Finally  he and Marcus came to the doorway, beyond which seemed to be a large  side shrine. The gate leading to its modest alter was flung wide open,  and its candles still burned as if someone had been tending to them this  entire time. That mixed with the lack of any form of pew or kneeling  area gave the entire shrine a sinister feeling. Looking left and right  Yuri took a step into the room, his scythe at the ready, only to have  his boot make a squelching noise as he put his weight on the carpet.  Casting a quick look around the room, seeing no spilled containers or  anything that would have otherwise soaked the carpet to this extent.  Against his better judgement Yuri traced his gaze up. As he did the  feeling in his spine began to work its way up, it's icy fingers slowly  proceeding.

Hanging  from the high roof were multiple bodies, in various states of decay,  their feet spike to the ceiling. Yuri coughed slightly as he tried to  keep from wreching. As he looked however the icy feeling made its way to  his neck and forced him to snap his head back to the small alter, where  a large skeleton, amalgamed from what looked like three bodies dropped  to the floor, making it seem to tilt inexplicably downward at a slight  angle. It shuddered as other bodies dropped next to it and began to  move. [color=f7941d]"This could be fun, bad, or horrific."[/color] Yuri said to almost no one  in particular, but loud enough for Marcus to hear "My bet is all  three." 

Marcus  simply back out of the room as they made their way further in, He felt  that the walls were somehow not real, at least not the stone moarder  from the chapel. As they entered the room that instantly felt more  sinister, He watched as Yuri stopped, slowly looking upwards. He didnt'  want to, but he was torn to do the same. As he did he saw to his horror  bodies hanging from the ceiling.  Marcus instantly lifted his left arm  to cover his nose of the stench. As he two felt the urge to puke. He  looked at the skeleton, as it began to move he started side stepping and  raised his weapon ready to fight, Hearing Yuri he looked at him,  surprised.[color=ed1c24] "Fun? You seriously worry me my  friend."[/color] He said...even though deep down, his heart filled with  adrenaline as he got excited for the battle himself. Perhaps he should  really worry about himself. 

A  few more bodies fell next to each of them, each moaning as they  grotesquely tried to stand up. Marcus instantly decapitated two of them  with two quick swings of his sword. Kicking one of the heads up and at  the large Skeleton, to gain it's attention. 

Yuri  followed Marcus into the fray, his scythe launching into a dervish of  motion, catching one of the animate corpses under its chin with the  point of the blade. Twisting the shaft and sliding his hands down towards the end of the shaft, Yuri wrenched the blade free into a wide vicious  side stroke the clean cut another of the corpses head at the jawline.  All the while he could feel his heart beat, the rythim of combat someone  had called it once. but to Yuri it was a tempo to dance the dervish to.  Still he remained conscious of the fact that the cold fingers had begun  to try to worm their way into his mind [color=f7941d][i]"Stand down your not needed  right now monster"[/i][/color] he yelled internally, an action that prompted a  response from the cold, a low cackling laugh as well as a wave of  emotions. Still he fought through it in internally and externally, his  fighting only speeding up as he fought to give Marcus some cover as well  as move to a point where he could engage the Amalgam. 

The  Amalgam didn't even seem to register the impact of the head, save for  the fact that the three skulls mounted on the thing turned towards  Marcus with a grinding sound, their mouths falling open in a silent  scream. Immediately it dropped and charged the hunter, its movement a  twisting forest of legs and arms. 

It  was creepy, seeing the three headed skeleton monster focus his  attention on him. He raised his sword arm high into the air, slightly  tilted towards the creature in a 90 degree angle. While Yuri was taking  the brunt of the undead, Marcus charged the skeleton, undaunted by the  creature. He bellowed a war cry as he drew close he raised his shield  and full on body slammed the monster with his shield protecting him,  knocking the creature over The multiple arms and legs began to thrash as  he rolled off and turned around striking at the arms one by one,  breaking them with his sword. He was about to slam his blade into one of  the heads but suddenly another body fell. Right on top of him. Letting  out a grunt as the air was knocked out of him, he quickly rolled around  till he was out from under the dead body which was slowly trying to get  at him. 

This  gave the Amalgam time to get up, and a few more corpses falling to the  ground surrounding him. He started to fight off the undead with  precision strikes, lopping off heads, with relative ease. But the bodies  kept on dropping, and pushing him back into a corner. "Ah shit." He said  as the amalgam continued towards him. 

Yuri  couldn't help but grin as he threw his full body into a diagonal  downwards cut, that tore one of the decaying bodies to its navel.  Ripping his weapon free, Yuri turned to see Marcus be dropped by one of  the falling corpses. [color=f7941d]"Hold on!"[/color] Yuri shouted as he began to sprint his  way towards the sword wielding hunter. As he neared Marcus, Yuri twisted  his body so his scythe made a full swing with the force of his entire  body behind it, the point of the blade easily breaking into the skull of  the shambling body. Now normally one would recover their weapon and  continue the offensive, but it seemed that one of the cold fingers had  wormed its way deeper into Yuri's thoughts than he had anticipated, as  to him it seemed that he almost fell into a waking dream, watching from  some far off place as his mouth broke into a wide toothy grin and he let  off a slight cackle as he rushed the amalgam. Dropping his shoulder he  hit it full force, sending himself and the thing sprawling. He could  feel the monster inside himself pushing his body to keep going, but Yuri  forced his way back into control, much to the monster's dismay. Rolling  backwards Yuri came to his feet next to his weapon, which upon  wrenching free he used to continue his bloody assault to cover Marcus. 

The  Amalgam once more tired to get up, it fumbling slightly as it tried to  use limbs that Marcus had hacked away. But it eventually stumbled to  its feet and seemed to begin to rampage it's way to the two hunters,  crushing any corpses in its way. If undead could be angry, it was  livid.  

Marcus  didn't notice the cackle as he focused on using his shield to bash  corpse's and lopping off their heads. Saving his energy for the only  sure way of stopping them. He did see the huge amalgam be toppled over  again, but before he had the chance of clearing the undead,  Yuri had  managed to get next to him, easing the load. The man was a weapon, not dignified or trained like a knight, but his attacks were brutal and very effective. The Amalgam came back up and charged both of them. Looking more ferocious than before Crushing it's own minions as he came. 

Marcus  ran forward, and spun to his left, as he did swinging his all the way  around his body and slamming it into it's legs, breaking two with one  swing The creature had managed to stop and turn, but not before Marcus  jumped and crushed the left head with his sword. Causing the creature to  roar in pain. He even managed to smash his shield into the other, but  only cracked it as he was thrown off. 

He  let out a grunt as he rolled backwards and onto his knees. The creature  was relentless, rushing up to him and slamming it's remaining arms down  upon Marcus. He raised his shield, blocked, parried with his sword as  much as he could as he managed to get back onto his feet. 

He  tried to bash the body again of the Amalgam but he had not enough  momentum and it did little to gain him an advantage. He missed one arm  as it came from the side and hit him in the side of the face, sending  him rolling like a rag doll and losing his sword as it skittered across the stone carpet. 

He  got back up, dazed though at the blow. [color=ed1c24]"That's the best you can do? My  sister can hit harder than that."[/color] he said, mostly to himself...he had no  idea if the creature could even understand him. He looked for his  sword, but while he did he changed his stance to a more defensive one  with his shield raised for either attack or defense. 

The  Amalgam shook as it reared up to its full height, it's remaining arms  reached out to seize the knight. Its broken head listed on it's neck as  the creature moved, and the more it moved the angrier the thing became,  its claw like hands moving rapidly, as if it was waiting to shred  Marcus. But just as it began its final assault, Yuri's scythe embedded  itself in the thing's shared rib-cages.

Pulling  with all his might, the hunter yelled at the top of his lungs as he  pulled the amalgam, working an angle on it's bad legs. Once more the  thing came toppling down, roaring as it did. Spinning his body, Yuri  got out of the way of the thing, but was unable to work his scythe loose  before the amalgam toppled, trapping the weapon underneath it's mass. 

thinking  on his feet Yuri jumped on the amalgam's torso and quickly dropped to  his knees, as he began to smash the cracked skull in with his fists and  elbows. He could feel the cold working more holds into his mind, but at  this point he didn't care, he just wanted this thing dead. 

The  Amalgam screamed in pain once more as Yuri managed to crack and break  the weakened skull. It's hands lashed out wildly, a couple catching  Yuri's face and side. The hands gabbed hold and smashed Yuri into the  ground as they tore at his flesh. Yuri kicked at the thing and managed  to get far enough to stand, blood oozing from the tear marks on his  face and a large stain appearing on the side of his overcoat. The  Amalgam stood as well, only this time with the loss of two of its heads,  its seemed more off balance. Ignoring Yuri's weapon that was till  embedded in its ribs, the amalgam roared and began moving. As before it  seemed to cut down anything in its way towards it's foes. 

Marcus  was grateful for the distraction Yuri was able to give as he found his  sword. But it was behind more undead. He ran towards it, using the edge  of his shield to bash into them as they drew too close. Often having to  spin three hundred and sixty degrees to gain the momentum to crush the  skulls of the next one. 

By  the time he got to his sword, the amalgam was standing up once again,  and Yuri looked worse for wear. He reached down and gripped his blade  backwards, so the pommel was on the inside of his grip.

He  then turned and sprinted at the monster, just as another undead was  standing back up, he placed his left foot on it's shoulder and pushed  off, jumping into the air as he came at the amalgam from the side. As he  held the blade reversed, he only had to punch forward for the blade to  catch the last head by the neck. easily breaking the last head off. He  landed and rolled quickly spinning the sword properly into his hand,  spinning and slamming it into it's lower back, severing it's spine,

With  it's last head gone, the body of the amalgam shuddered and collapsed in  on itself, whatever magic was holding it together undone by the loss.  Yuri made his way to his weapon, stomping his boot down on the head a  crawling corpse a couple times, until its stopped moving. Shaking his  foot, Yuri grabbed his scythe and turned to observe the carnage. Now  re-dead bodiess were strewn all over in pieces, bones from the Amalgam  were dotted here and there, there were a few bodies still moving slowly,  but probably no more than a couple. 

Yuri  took a deep breath, the sting from his injuries and forming bruises  sending an ache shooting through his body. Still he remained standing,  seemingly unfazed, but listing ever so slightly.[color=f7941d] "Well that could have  gone much, much worse."[/color] He looked over at Marcus "Nice technique by the  way." 

As  he spoke a latch seemed to open as a door appeared behind what once  seemed to be the alter of a small shrine. As it opened it revealed a set  of descending stairs, thankfully at a flat angle and not the slight  incline the room was still in.      

Marcus  nodded at Yuri when he complemented his technique, He then said,  [color=ed1c24]"Impressive fighting style you have."[/color] He flicked his blade, blood  splattering on the ground. [color=ed1c24]"Never seen anything like it."[/color] He looked over  to the door that opened, right in front it was the alter, and now he  noticed there was a spear...an old spear. that rested upon it. Candles  surrounded it and it looked like candles were added ontop of older ones,  making a large mess dripping down the side. 

He took a few steps forward looking at the spear.[color=ed1c24]"What is this?"[/color] He said mostly to himself.

[color=00aeef]"Tag,"[/color]  cackled a voice as a hand reached out and yanked Yuri down into the  floor. As though he was standing in quick sand and not on solid stone.   Dropping him in the curtained room.