Location: Alavaris
Cathedral
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Could an undead paladin even care about its hands being sliced into fine, bloody ribbons? Likely not. The armor was old and weary to be certain, but it was still armor. Steel and once holy blessed by light and silver, even as corroded as it was. The blade cut through the armor, but not enough to sever the fingers or hands of the paladin as it was wrenched from his grip mid lunge that was only stopped by the timely intervention of Illena.

Shadows wrapped around the undead’s limbs, coiling around its legs and arms restraining the former holy warrior and rooting him in spot just as Giselle’s blade found its target. The sanguine blade sliced through the armor deeply, the downward strike cleanly slicing through the armor just as the paladin managed to wrench his left arm free of Illena’s restraints in time to deflect the upwards strike, but leaving him completely open for Dragan.

The hammer met its target, the clang of metal on metal as the already weakened armor gave way, the hammer embedding itself inside of the wound as bones and armor cracked beneath the heavy weapon. 

For a moment, the thing did not move, slumping over as its body momentarily went limp. The massive skeletal creature above screeched, as it’d wrench its arm free of Luna’s restraints that had stopped it from finishing off Dragan.

A light twitching of its hand.

The Skeletal beast above screeched once more, its gargantuan arms beight brought down upon the rooftops of the nearby buildings as with its other hand, it’d reach into its own mouth and with the sound of metal grating against bones and a ghastly wail, from somewhere it its chest it would thusly pull a blade, a blade of silver from its maw, aiming to slam it on top of Giselle and drag it along the ground in front of the Paladin.

The paladin too, was not quite finished yet. As Illena’s shadows held fast, she’d feel her shadowy body start to burn as the Paladins armor bega shining, glowing with vestigial holy power as it’d wrench its second arm free from her grasp the shadows retreating from the purifying power. In a swift motion, it’d bring its right arm around, and Dragan could watch as in its right arm, a flash of silver manifested, a silver blade now in its hand as it’d strike out just enough to slice dragan’s arm followed by a rough, powerful kick to the vampire lords midsection that would wrench the warhammer from its position to finally free itself from Illena’s grasp.

Thankfully for him, the silver seemed to be old and weakened, corroded, and the blade seemed significantly blunted. The poisonous silver would only diminish his abilities enough to be a minor inconvenience to his physical might. As The ancient, heavy blade would swing forwards as the undead creature struck towards Dragan, bringing down the weapon in a heavy vertical swing as behind him the massive skeleton swung its own blade in an attempt to catch the rest of the vampires.

Thankfully for them, between Akyasha, Luna, and Dragan’s own minions the tide of the skeletal creatures were being stemmed enough to not cause them any significant problems. Luna’s fluids strikes cleaved through the skeletons and zombies, severing their vestiges of life from their corpses. Akyasha took a far more direct approach, smashing and crushing the undead creatures with a hefty axe, showing no mercy for such rude, mindless undead that could not even recognize their own once goddess.

It was now, then, that her Gorebats would return, bellies full of blood and ichor, and ready to serve to their fullest capacity. They’d chitter between themselves as they’d hover on either side of the cleric, awaiting her command. Just in time, too, it seemed.

From within the mass of skeletons something came barreling out of a nearby alleyway, having apparently heard the commotion. A mass of skeletal arms, leaping from the nearby alley and landing in front of Akyasha. It looked like a horrid mass of skeletal arms, ribcages, and leg bones stitched together in some manner to mimic a spider with eight skulls stitched together to serve as its face.

Wherever this thing had come from, it immediately set it sights on Akyasha.