[Center][B]☆ Helena ☆[/b]
[i]Nox Mission [/i][/center]

Helena watched the man come closer. Well sorta man. But he was coming closer, regardless of what he was. She gripped her knife tighter in her hands and waited until he was closer, she was a better shot when the target was closer. He was quick though, and not steady enough for her to aim at his skull and actually make it. So she decided to embrace her strengths and came at him. Sorta. She headed towards him, but to the side somewhat. The creature was quick for the rot, but it’s brain wasn’t as quick. It started to turn in to her change of direction, but she was quicker than it. 

Dancing up alongside it, she took her blade and thrust it deep into its eye, her arm just avoiding the clipping of its crooked jaws and teeth. “Shit,” she hissed. It grabbed onto her before she could get back, but the grip lessened a moment later. Or at least didn't tighten more. It was fully dead now. 

But she didn't have a moment of victory. Instead her elation quickly turned to panic as the hands that held her tightened again, a darkness around them that grew up from the shadows at her feet, controlling the corpse. She'd been pulling her blades free when he'd reattacked, and she held one in each hand as it started to drag her downward. She struggled in its grip, but all she succeed in doing wa freeing the arms from the rotting body. They still pulled her down as she yelled, fighting against it with all she had. 

And failing miserably. 

Darkness surrounded her, and she struggled to stay in control, but she failed again and was gone. When she felt the tickle of stirring she moved quickly, sitting up fast and patting herself down for any of her knives while she tried to get a better look around her. But sher glasses felt like they were very dirty.

She could see Althalus though, he was ghostly in the haze, the only thing she could safely identify. But she could hear the skittery, the sound of approaching things that she couldn't fully see. And it was close. She hurried to get to her feet, reaching for her ring as well as a blade as she went, trying to decide how much light would be wise.