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What Are You Listening To?

What Are You Listening To?

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What Are You Listening To?

What Are You Listening To?

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The Plague Knight Chronicles: Chapter 1

Lucian yelled out behind her, but Lua kept her focus on the task at hand like he'd trained her to. She knew she couldn't help him until the Cursed one immediately before her was taken care of. The creature was starting to break through Shiara's spell, inching towards them. Its feet slid in the filth with each step as if it pushed against a heavy obstacle. When Lua realized the bone mage was already doing all that she could, the apprentice resolved to finish the thing off herself.

The waxed bolt had continued to weaken the Cursed man. His ribs twitched weakly, like a poisoned insect. It turned slowly as she moved in to slice away an arm. There was enough power left in it to strike out with one pointed bony limb and she jumped back to dodge. When her feet splashed in the filth again, the Cursed man lunged towards her. The ears were still uncovered. It was tracking her by sound. Without stopping to look at it, she nimbly leapt to the severed head as if it were a stepping stone and crushed it underfoot.

The creature made a truly awful sound, then. A scream without a mouth. Vibrations echoed from the splayed chest while air howled out through the open neck. It made another lunge at her. The rib-limbs reached out as if to envelope her. Now deaf and blind, though, the strike was clumsy. Lua made quick work of her prey. Cumbersome as the crossbow's blade was, she still sliced away the ribs with two swipes. Another two slices cut away the arms at their twisted shoulders. The final cut removed the man's emptied torso from his lower limbs and the halves fell into the muck with a heavy splash.

Immediately, she turned her attention to Lord Barrett. The apprentice loaded another poisoned bolt into the bow and shouldered it. Aiming in the dim light was difficult, especially when she was already a lousy shot. Lua prayed their goddess would guide her and pulled the trigger. The bolt pierced the boy's chest with a satisfying schlink. Confidence bolstered, the apprentice loaded another bolt and waited for another opening.

The Plague Knight Chronicles: Chapter 1

What Are You Listening To?

What Are You Listening To?

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The Plague Knight Chronicles: Chapter 1

The girl’s transformation was as quick as it was horrifying. Lua tried to keep up with the Cursed girl’s movements. She was sure the little wretch was perfectly aligned with the crossbow’s sight, only to hear the disappointing clank of the bolt hitting stone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck...” Lua hissed to herself while she reloaded the bow.

Lucian called out her name and her head whipped up.”Huh-“ The apprentice turned to see another disfigured corpse skittering along the ceiling. It’s arms were bent the wrong direction, reaching downwards towards them. What was it moving it, then?!

Putting herself in front of Shiara turned out to be advantageous after all, but not for the reason Lua expected. The Cursed man would’ve been upon her before the apprentice had another shot readied, had the bone mage not intervened. The apprentice was impressed and thankful to see their enemy stopped short by Shiara’s magic. How long the bone woman could hold him off, Lua wasn’t sure. She fired again, this time hitting her target. The bolt sunk deep into the Cursed man’s back just to the left of the head.

The creature dropped down, hissing and snarling at Shiara but unable to reach them. Its arms fumbled clumsily as the poison wax sizzled in the wound like cooking bacon, though the smell was infinitely less appetizing. It spun around while it tried to pull the bolt out and revealed how it had crawled along the ceiling. The creature’s ribs had burst through the rotting flesh of the man’s chest and formed insect-like limbs. The rib-limbs clacked against each other while they flailed about.

After a moment of horrified hesitation, Lua stepped around the bone mage. The creature’s head turned to her on its elongated neck with a blood-choked snarl. Lua swung the crossbow. The blade along the underside sliced easily through the Cursed man’s neck. The head fell face down in the muck. The body was blind now, but otherwise undeterred. Decapitation was only a start. Total dismemberment would be required to stop the thing completely.