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The time for words was over.

Ten thousand pinpricks rushed up over her body at once, the premonition of danger rising to the boiling point as her Sword bared its teeth. Before her, the eyes of the Horror opened up, unnatural pupils dilating as magical power shot from 0 to 100 in an instant. In the next, malevolent lasers lanced out, blindingly fast, oppressively powerful.

But none of them hit their mark, and, like the thunder that rolled in seconds after lightning, the hissing and crackling of carbonized flesh resounded through the crypt.

A counter-attack taken in pre-initiative, like placing a fist in path of someone’s face. Though the Sword, bloodthirsty and undying, was a savage weapon that sought only to sate its endless carnal desires, the Wielder made such power artful. In the milliseconds between the charging and firing of the lasers, the Knight of Rose aligned her mirrored edge intercept the beams, reflecting them onto the fleshy mass that charged erupted. Light was faster than lightning, but the mind of the Knight of Rose surpassed even that. Smoke rose from her Silverlight, yet the beauty of the polished rapier remained unmarred.

A flick of the wrist blew away even that lingering smoke, revealing the buxom fencer in all her arrogant allure, her eyes locking onto the new arrivals.

[color=778899]“Neophytes of this blasted encounter, allow your eyes not to linger upon the visage of the Infinite Abyss. Grotesque as they are, they are misdirection rather than true villainy, for the monstrosity that shall spill unto this plane if the Horror’s ritual completes is many volumes greater a threat than the tentacular mass before you! Salvation is found in the destruction of this eldritch performance, not of the shadow of a Horror!”[/color]
[@DarkwolfX37][@Crusader Lord][@Flamelord][@The World]