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[Color=#67a4e0]Level:[/color] 3
[Color=#e607f8]Experience:[/color] 2/30
[Color=#e607f8]Currently In:[/color] Frozen Highlands, Dragonspine
[Color=#67a4e0]Word Count:[/color] 351 (+1 Exp)
[i][color=skyblue]Albedo[/color] [@Lugubrious], [color=f7976a]Prisoner[/color] [@XoXKieroBombXoX][/i]

 That confidence was misplaced, it seems. 

 Perhaps Joserf fell victim to a wave of these...these...Frisk couldn't even begin to describe the undead foes that took them down one by one. They were a new breed of annoying, weren't they? In death they kept bits their combat knowledge, far more experience than what the youth first assumed. They even teamed up with each other. Albedo was the first to get cornered.

 Frisk's attempt to stun their targeted Draugr was brought to an abrupt halt, the blow against their barrier shook their arm down to the bone. But they couldn't back away then. Their attempt to attack didn't yield any good results either, the enemy knew to aim for their means of defense. One blow after another. Again, again, again, the child was unable to find another opening, and unwillingly found themself backed into the cliffside. All it took was a blast of icy wind from a Hel-Walker to knock them down to the ground. Their eyes were widened, petrified, as the undead warrior prepared to deliver their execution. Where was Prisoner? Was Teba in trouble too? Were they going to die? When there were people waiting for them to return alive? 

 They didn't want to die.

 Then, their fears quelled themselves when they witnessed the brutal result of Melony's failed retaliation.

 ...They couldn't allow this. [i]They won't.[/i] A familiar, yet unfamiliar thought crossed Frisk's mind. Three simple words, fueled by an old malice.

 [i][b][url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=uGqvpMQQ48o][color=67a4e0]In my way.[/color][/url][/b][/i]

 Spurred on by a second wind, Frisk, quickly as they could, swung their pan at the Draugr's knees to immobilize it, hopefully long enough to break it's head off it's neck in another attempt. Though it didn't matter this time. They were more than willing to break it apart bone by bone, though they do wish they had something more sharper for the situation, would be easier to severe the limbs that way. Perhaps they could disarm one and steal it's weapon? Nah, they might be forced to ditch the weapon they already held.

 Resulting wounds be damned, [i]that no-good excuse of a shieldbearer was next.[/i]