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[hr][b]Event:[/b] Primitive[hr]
[color=gray][color=E5E4E2]“Always the fucking exceptions.”[/color]

Just as Zarina brings a shield to a fight, her opponent happens to be an intangible force that metaphorically laughs at her grand defense. Steam nearly erupts from the openings of her helm as she points the massive maw of her shield-cannon toward the murky accumulation of mist before her. From the barrel comes a wave of flames from the energy she had already drawn prior to this ambush. Nibbler finds solace in a crevice on her armor, seemingly designed for him, while Riesco was kept outside the ruins.

[color=#E5E4E2]“Cover your mouth,”[/color] she warns to her partner, [color=#E5E4E2]“smoked mist probably isn’t good for your bones.”[/color] given it actively drains them by contact, it is safe to assume breathing the stuff is no good. The obliteration of the mist allows for some respite, and the flames lit up details that would be hard to notice with a murderous cloud constantly attacking. [color=#E5E4E2]“Al’ama!”[/color] Zarina swears, as the horrid, gaseous mass begins to reform already and the leftovers of previous travelers begin to hurl themselves at the two.

Tku covers his mouth with a cloth to keep the mist from his lungs though how effective it is was to be discovered. Still Tku quickly tossed her a spare cloth he had, [color=734960]”Just to be sure,”[/color] not knowing if the armour she wears protects from this godforsaken mist. The mist drains on Tku and he considers reconstructing it with blood magic but as he looks towards his companion he can’t help but feel nervous to show it off. [color=734960]”We should search around for a way out of here, I’m sure there is a way,”[/color] Tku tells his companion.

After a brief moment of walking, the mist sapping their life everstill, they finally spot a person. Tku sighs in relief,[color=734960] ”We might be out of here soon!”[/color] Tku nudges Zarina and yells out to the man. There isn’t a reaction so he yells once more and the figure begins to rush towards them at high speed. Tku readies himself and as it draws near its obvious it is a cadaver merely hurling itself towards. Tku screams out and dodges out of the way, [color=734960]”What is that!”[/color]

Keen, golden eyes focus on the shape that draws near. A human silhouette ragdolled toward them as if it had been pushed by an unseen force. Then another body, and then another. Mostly skeletal remains, some big enough to resemble camels. Zarina uses her shield to let some of them slide by her rather than dodging outright, although she does leave the pile she had accumulated with a fiery explosion, [color=#E5E4E2]“No idea.”[/color] she answers, frustrated. And that frustration only grows as the mist not only reforms but grows in toxicity with the charred remains of the corpses.

[color=#E5E4E2]“Can you freeze or harden it?”[/color] inquired the platinum warrior as they tried to force themselves forward. She wasn’t much for chit-chat and sought out to draw anything that wasn’t the mist, although only under the condition that Tku could do anything about it consistently siphoning them.

[color=734960]”What twisted mind came up with this?”[/color] Tku asks as he dodges them over and over, nearly evading them each time. Destroying the undead only seemed to turn the mist deadlier and he could feel his magic lessen. He got away from the burnt remains and begrudgingly said, [color=734960]”I may have something better.”[/color] 


Tku reaches out with his mana and when he can sense the matter he begins to draw and transform it. Some to heal him and Zarina, others just turn to small stones that fall helplessly on the floor. For the moments Tku drew the mist, they could see the attackers and could escape from that perilous situation. Tku kept drawing from the mist to provide them some brevity from it but remained silent.

With the way once again cleared by Tku’s hand this time, the armoured warrior pushes forward with the ragdolled corpses merely shoved away by the shield rather than obliterated. [color=#E5E4E2]“A little bit further.”[/color] utters the girl under the helm, [color=#E5E4E2]“Where we’re being guided towards.”[/color] she scoffs, [color=#E5E4E2]“You’d almost think it’s a trap.”[/color] 

For a brief moment, she stops and crouches, [color=#E5E4E2]“If you can’t go fast on your own,”[/color] she begins while drawing any bit of heat and kinetic magic she could find. There isn’t many, but enough for her for a single burst, [color=#E5E4E2]“grab on quick!”[/color] she warns just a mere second before she propulses herself forward toward the arrow’s direction. Quick swerves via the wings of magic spell allows for one to dodge most obstacles, though it makes her a prime target for a sucker-punch!

Tku nervousness is high having used it in front of someone, he simply prays that she will either conflate it with binding or not mention it. The idea of the arrow being a trap didn’t cross him, [color=734960]“Or this could be a trial to sift out the weak, either way the arrow seems to be our best bet. I pray for our friend's safety.”[/color] 

Tku grabs onto her and helps with the propulsion by leveraging his spear against the floor, [color=734960]”Not as fast as you!”[/color] He clears out more of the mist and extends his spear to use it as a long pokey stick to keep the corpses away.

The two are nearing the beacon that called for them. The mist is recuperating from its disrupted state and attempts to charge right at them. It’s going to be a close one! Luckily for them, they have a little Nibbler giving a final ‘push’ for an exciting escape.
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