[h1] Spear of the Deliver [/h1] Em and Marc 

The  sudden feeling of being ripped through time and space left Emiliah's  stomach churning.  Although the Voice had looked  mostly skeletal, it  felt meaty and clammy and as though something was churning under it's  skin, almost like worms or ants. 

Athough  it only lasted a second, Emiliah would remember it for years to come.   Then suddenly she was free falling and a small scream escaped her throat  just before landing in the arms of someone. 

Marcus  had spun around just as Yuri had fallen to the ground. He dropped his  sword and shield as he ran to try and grab Yuri's arm. But he was too  late. Cursing as he stood back up, wondering what happened when he heard  a small yelp from above, his arms were still up when suddenly a tiny  beautiful woman fell squarely into his arms. 

He blinked a few times, reconizing that it was Emiliah who  fell into his arms. He looked up, seeing the same distortion that Yuri  fell through, only on the ceiling, dissapearing as he looked up. He  looked back down at her and smiled. "I always asked the Lord for a  beautiful woman to fall into my arms. I didn't think it would be quite  litteral." He said with a wink. 

He then noticed the blood all over her, he grew worried, "Emiliah?! What happened?!"

Emiliah  used her arms to  steady herself by wrapping them around Marcus' neck  by instinct.  She hung in his arms for a second, processing the last  couple seconds of her life.  The Voice popped into her mind again.  [color=bc8dbf]"It...Marcus... the necromancer....I... It isn't human," [/color] she said, like a  boring fact. Saying it outloud though, that triggered the panicky  feeling she had felt in the doorless circle room.  Suddenly the air felt  thin, way to thin and she couldn't get enough of it into her lungs. She  yanked herself out of Marcus' hold, falling the rest of the way to the  floor, pulling herself into a ball as she tried to calm her breathing. 

After  few minutes, she was able to stand back up, wincing slightly as her  ring fingers started to pulse and throb.  She was able to focus enough  on physical pain that it steadied her.  "Where...where is Flin- Fenros?"  She finally said.[color=bc8dbf] "When Mat and I were...shit! Have you seen Mat?" [/color] she  said, whipping around, looking for her old partner. 

Marcus  knelt down next to her, looking at her wounds as she tried to calm her  breathing. Noting the broken fingers and the cuts on her shoulder. He  reached for his shield and gripped the now tattard leather pelt and  ripped it off. Pulling a knife out he cut thongs out of it and a big  strip. Once she asked about Mat and Fenros he said, "I don't know where  either of them are, Yuri suddenly dissapeared into the ground and then  you fell into my arms. Other than that, I haven't seen anyone." 

He  took the long stip and tied it with two other long pieces and slipped  it over her shoulder, arossed her chest and down her opposite hip. He  then pulled it tightly to apply pressure on her shoulder. 

He looked at her fingers. "We are going to have to set these....it's going to hurt."

At  least she wasn't the only one being whipped around like a puppet.  She  was still mildy distracted by her thoughts of Mat and  the Voice  that  she almost didn't notice Marcus dressing  her injuries. She  felt a  blush creeping up the back of her neck and spreading to her face.   [color=bc8dbf]"You...really don't have to,"[/color] she said, but stopped when her own  argument seemed foolish in her ears.  She kept her head down as he  finished wrapping her up.  Looking down at her lap she said [color=bc8dbf]"I'm sorry  for freaking out earlier,"[/color]  Her voice was almost a mutter.[color=bc8dbf] "I don't want  you thinking that I am not handling this and I promise it won't happen  again," [/color] 

She  looked down at her fingers, they already hurt and for nothing. There  had been no point in them breaking, and yet she found she wasn't mad at  Mat for having done it.[color=bc8dbf] "Well, pain will at least remind me the stupid  creature hasn't killed me yet,"[/color]  she said, taking a deep breath. [color=bc8dbf]"Do it  fast," [/color] She closed her eyes and looked away, as though not seeing it  might make it hurt less. 

Marcus said softly, "Better now than letting them get infected and dealing with it after." Once done with her shoulder. When she said sorry for freaking out. "Honestly, if you were perfectly fine, that is when I would be worried." he said in a soft voice. "You just dropped through a hole in the ceiling that's not there, fighting undead horrors..." 

He stood up as she accepted that they should set her fingers, walking around till he found the fingerbones of the huge skellition monster they had just slain. two of them and walked back over kneeling down and placing it next to the leather thongs that he just ripped. 

She closed her eyes and looked away, when he said, "Hey hey I'm not ready yet." He said in a calming voice as he took both of her hands into his, looking at the damage. He waited for her to relax and look back at him, and as soon as she would he would grip her fingers and pull sharply, in an instant while she wasn't expecting it.

Emiliah let out a little laugh at the idea of falling from a hole in the ceiling that didn’t exist.  Although it wasn’t funny in the least, but it was either laugh or cry at this point.  Her brain kept spinning around in circles at what she saw.  The creature was unlike anything she’d ever faced before and it was powerful.  

Emiliah let out a breath, relaxing a little bit. Marc's steady, soothing voice helping keep the thoughts of that…demon away.  Eventually she did look back at Marc, her body much less tense. It happened quickly. With two more shocks of pain and a little more screaming, both of her fingers were set.  Although not healed and certainly not pain free, they were better than they had been. 

 Marcus had waited for her to calm down a second before taking the two bones and using them as splints for hers. He used the leather thongs to keep them on, and tied them tightly...he was sure she would have to fight later on. 

 With another shaking breath, wiping away the tears of pain she couldn’t fight, Emiliah slowly stood up, walking around the room. “Thank you Marcus…I feel fighting fit now,” she said, her voice still quite shaky.  To avoid more awkward conversations about her injuries, she chose to explore her new room.  It was then that she noticed the giant skeletal creature that Marcus and….Yuri? Must have slain before she appeared. “Well, it looks like you’ve had your own share of fun,” she said motioning to the creature before turning to look that the only other interesting thing in the room.  A spear. 

A fine looking spear, if a bit old.  Emiliah took a few steps closer towards it squinting at it, before brushing her fingers over the wood. “[color=bc8dbf]Why do you reccon this is here? More  importantly, do you think something awful will happen if I pick it up?” [/color] she said, turning to look back 

He stood up and moved over to his sword and shield, now revealing his families crest as he used the pelt to tie up the wounds. Making sure his blade was clean he sheathed it while still holding his sheild he turned and walked over to the alter, "It was interesting to say the least." he said as he walked passed the pile of bones to the spear that was on the alter.

He looked over it again, "I don't know. Looks like an old roman spear." Thinking on how it was placed on the alter, and how the alter seemed dark and forboding,while the spear it's self did not. "It doesn't look like it fits here..." He looked around the room, hoping that would be obvious "Perhaps it's a trophy of the undead?  And I honestly don't know what would happen."

Emiliah's hand itched to pick up the spear, it was so much...better than her own, even though it was much older, the wood hadn't rotted, the metal head still shined. Although without thinking, she reached out and took it. A spark of...something rushed through her arms, but other than that...nothing happened. "....Well," She said, testing its weight. "That was anti-climatice. I expected something to happen," 

She turned back to look at Marcus, noticing the  engraving on his sheild for the first time.  She raised an eyebrow at him. "That must be a pain to clean blood out of,"  Not recognising it, nor thinking much of it other than 'why do people try to make things harder by putting silly embellishments on everything'. "Well, I guess...not much else to do other than...explore more? We need to find Fenros as soon as possible though. Do you know which way he went?" 

He reached out as she went to pick it up, but he was too slow. He winced as she picked it up and slowly opened one eye to look around when nothing happened. He looked at the spear himself, through his training to become a knight he had to know a wide base of weapons, though he preferred the sword to anything else. He could see it was an odly fine crafted weapon... despite the fact that it was ancent, and by the looks of it Roman. Which they did make some good weapons but normal spears were not generally well made like this. 

She then mentioned his shield, "It's not that difficult...I don't get too much blood on it. " She then jumped to finding Fenros when he said pointed to the door. "He went downwards, It would seem that doorway leads down there. as well. Why do we need Fenros so badly?" He asked, remembering her saying something about him earlier .

"Because he knows how to kill really powerful demons," she said, with only the slightest hint of bitterness in her voice. "And if I had to guess, we've got ourselves a [i]really[/i] powerful demon,"  She tested the spear in her hand one more time before heading over to the door that Marcus had mentioned.  All in the all, the spear was so well made that it handled  better than her old one, and that was with all her fingers in working order. 

Emiliah reached  out for the handle of the door that Marcus had pointed out and yanked it open. 

The hall behind the door was dark, But a sudden snort could be heard as a humid breeze suddenly blew against them. "Emiliah..." he said hesitently as he unseathed his sword slowly. "Maybe you should shut the door....Just a thought." 

Emiliah paused for a second, then looked back at Marcus. "....You might be right," she said, shutting the door quickly. "Maybe we should...go back the way you came," 

Suddenly a demonic Bugle could be heard and the ground seemed to shake and grew stronger as the sound of a heavy beast running to the door grew louder. "Shit...." He quickly moved forward, wrapped his sheild arm around Emiliah's waist and spun away from the door. Not even a second later, the door exploded into thousands of splinters along with part of the stone doorway around it showered the room. 

A loud Bugle could beheard as a massive eight foot Minotaur skidded to a stop on its two hoofs. A massive Battle axe in it's hands as it looked around with it's blood red eyes looking for who ever it saw before. It finally saw Marcus and Emiliah standing in the corner, Marcus's sheild up to protect their heads from wood and stone falling onto their heads. 

It took a few steps towards them and Marcus lept forward, banging his sword onto his metal shield and gaining it's attention side stepping. "Come after me you over sized Steak!" He didn't need to add more pathetic insults as the Minotaur charged him, And he barely managed to get out of the way, his sheild clipping the battle axe and the power behind it, even glancingly, sent him rolling backwards. 

Emiliah let out a slight scream as  Marcus yanked her away from the door.  A sudden flash of Flint  saving her from the cave in flashed through her mind.  Only this time something worse was there when the rocks stopped falling.  

Emiliah, much to her who disapointment, couldn't do anything when the creature first entered the room...other then...stand there. Watching it with horror filled eye. It was...disgusting, below the waist, it had hairy legs, like a bull. Above the waist and until the head, it had the wide, muscular chest of a man, only to turn back into a slobbering, mucus filled bull head, complete with  ring  through the nose through the nose and everything.  It was covered in hair, but other than that, there was nothing covering the creature. 

A second later, she caught her stride Emiliah circled behind it while Marc distracted the creature, calling it forward.  Marcus dove out of the way at the last second.  Causing the  minotaur to crash into the wall behind it, but the creature was back on them not a moment later.  The creature then turned its' eyes on Emiliah,  the creature charged right at her. Emiliah tossed the spear she had recently  acquired, taking a strong stance with her old one. The minotaur charged right at her, spear and all. By all logic, it would have pierced the bull, but its' hide seemed to be stronger than the weapon and it shattered into a million splinters. The bull then caught her with his free hand,  liftin her into the air, then slamming her against the wall.  All of the air rushed from her lungs  and her feet dangled well off of the floor. Her hands reached out to  yank out of  the beast's  hold  on her. 

Marcus skidded to a stop and, while ignoring the pain, shoved himself back onto his feet. But not before the Minotaur turned and charged Emiliah. It had gripped her with his massive hand and shoved her to the wall. Feet dangling as she tried to wiggle her way out of his grasp. But to no avail. Gritting his teeth he ran forward and yelled, swinging his sword to slice the beasts tendons in his legs. His silver blade tore through the unprotected lower half of the minotaur's legs, nearly cutting the legs off completely. 

The minotaur bellowed in pain and feel to his knees, still holding onto Emiliah in his hand as he tried to febbishly swat at Marcus. Who had stayed behind him, and tried to slash at his back, only glancing off despite the strength and silver in it. He took his shield though and slammed it into the base of the minotaur's head with all his strength.

Emiliah could see black spots starting to form in her eyes as her air supply dwindled down to nothing.  Suddenly the Minotaur slipped, causing his grip to loosen just enough  for her to take a couple glups of air then  her feet then slammed into the floor. And she did the only thing she could. 

Emiliah dug her fingers into the creatures eyes till they were nothing but jelly. In its rage and pain, it let go of her.   Emiliah could already fill the bruise forming around her neck as she slipped away. "Nice once Marcus," Her voice was horse and it hurt to speak. She grabbed her spear. "Tonight? On the count of three? One-Two-Thre," Emiliah attack him from the left with the roman spear, and hoped that  Marcus did the same on the right. As soon as they attacked, the beast exploded into bright blinding light. 

Marcus tilted his head as if to say yourwelcome, "Well couldn't just let you die." He said as he moved to ready his blade, as soon as she counted down he struck with all his might at the minotaurs neck.

Marcus's blade cut into the minotars neck as he attacked from the right and behind it. But as soon as his blade bit into the monsters skin, a blinding light exploded from the beast. He quickly raised his shield to block the light but it didn't do much as he took a few steps away and covered his face while turning away. The light lasted while the minotaur bellowed one final yell before it suddenly disappeared. After a few moments, Marcus was blind in the center of his eyes. He tried blinking a few times before asking." Emiliah!? Are you alright?! What happened?!"

The light in the room blinded Emiliah. She heard Marcus'  question, but couldn't quite make him out. "I don't know, maybe that is just what minotars do?"  

"That, is cheating! That is MINE!" Came a screaming voice. And just like that Emiliah found herself in yet ANOTHER room. 

"Fucker," she croaked, standing up to look around. 

Meanwhile. Marcus found himself wooshed into the dark hallway with Mat, Liz, Yuri, the dead girl, the live girl and Andri. Who was still touching the boob.