[h2]Team Farm[/h2]

Fletcher's guide around the farm was terse and not altogether replete with information – some information on when this field or that field had been used, or what it was being used for (when it wasn't altogether obvious from the animals or crops present), but Pete's question about the woodland made the man pause and let out a thoughtful hum.

"Aye, my land goes around the woods – wouldn't say it's [i]mine,[/i] you know what old woods are like," he answered, looking at the nearer copse. Small, yes, but old and heavily overgrown, nestled between the fields and left untended as a small stream dove  through and out. Something that could have easily been removed for more space if needed, but as the farmer said – "Don't want to make the People angry."
 
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[h2]Liliane and Corinne[/h2]

The first skeleton came out, drawing the eye of the two hundi least involved in the ongoing goblin slaying, and—

Liliane winced as her wife let out a piercing shriek. She'd been so glad that they had run into goblins, but now she was regretting it. Random bandits were much less likely to have a necromancer on retainer, and the moral difficulties were much less of a problem than a squishy mage freezing up and just staring at the oncoming skeletons.

[i]"N-Ne t'approche pas de moi…"[/i] 

Definitely not going to calm down and help out.

Which meant Liliane had to do her best to make it easier for everyone else. The [i]simple[/i] way would be to trust in the others, rush through the skeletons, and find the mage. They couldn't be that far unless the goblins had some necromancer savant on hand, not with this many.

But that would mean leaving Corinne completely with comparative strangers. Surrounded by undead.

The complicated and inefficient solution it was; Liliane fell amongst the oncoming skeletons in a dizzying blur of daggers. That it was [i]skeletons[/i] made it much more of a problem for [i]her[/i]; these weren't weapons made for cleaving or breaking; even the comparatively fragile structure of these undead was something that she didn't want to test her blades on for too long. It just wasn't how they were meant to be [i]used[/i] and forcing it was a bad habit.

Instead, Liliane found the joints. As easily – no, more easily – than on a living opponent, weaving through where ligaments and tendons should once have been and disrupting the magic currently binding the front wave together. Arms, legs, spines – it didn't matter, so long as they were unarmed or fell. [i]For the moment.[/i]

After all, the pile was still shifting, each body trying to pull itself back together – it would certainly make for easier cleanup if anyone wasn't confident in smashing into the horde, but it wasn't finishing them.

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