Erika didn’t like that, did not, and luckily, she was in a position to do something about it, that position for a vitki was line of sight.
A glutinous bulb of acid flew like a sparrow, plunging forwards with deadly intent and… landed a dozen paces in front of the warg.
Erika still hadn't gotten any better at aiming.
The warg looked at her with an oddly pitying look just moments before it tapped the page of its book again. Erika cursed and threw herself to the ground instantly but she still felt the wash of heat across her back, a flare of agony and fire as the bolt skimmed across her. Obviously, she couldn’t dodge a lightning bolt that would be absurd, but she could dodge the Gothi casting the lightning bolt and runes took longer than galdr to actually activate.
The graft was still going strong so Erika didn’t climb back to her feet, or even jump, she swung her overlong arms and flung herself up and backwards with a single slap, landing with her palms aimed forwards.
Another blob of bile and acid hurtled like an arrow at the Gothi as Erika began to move, running as fast as she could to the side, her mother had always called this “strafing” Erika found herself remembering in that light headed and distant way that memories had when viewed through shock and fear. Around her huscarls and delvers fought the wargs, battle cries rang and axe cleaved but she ignored all of it, her vision narrowing to a keyhole centred on the hateful smile of the Gothi, she was going to destroy it even if she had to burn as well.
Another page was flicked and the Gothi tapped an eerie rhythm with its claws, a flare of odium and a taste of purple was the only alert as the floor trembled and heaved, a thousand false feet slamming down as one.
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Erika stumbled and slammed into a warg, she fumbled her thunderarm out and fired, taking the monsters head off and letting the recoil push her back. Her legs were already burning but she knew that stillness was death in a galdr duel.
An odium surge alert her, this one filled with an intent, a saga, of armies clashing and forges roaring and hammers pounding…. Passions… Fire. Erika turned around, grabbed the warg she’d just decapitated and swung her entire bodyweight around, pulling its corpse between her and the gothi, a second later the air screamed, a bloom of light and heat and fire wrenched the corpse away and sent Erika hurling backwards.
Cursing and crawling Erika scrambled across the floor as the warg advanced towards her, the corpse was lying a dozen paces away, its ribs blown outwards, its skin tattered and burning and it was the only thing Erika could use to win. With an effort of will Erika crawled across on her hands and feet and grabbed the corpses ankle as behind her Odium flared.
[Smith Flesh] twisted the corpse upwards and across, the flesh and bone writhing and warping to Erika’s will as he half turned half fell over. The warg threw a spear of light towards her, a semi-solid weapon spun of starlight which slammed with a sickening crunch into the shield Erika now held.
Erika grinned as the warg cursed and began to fumble with its book, tapping her own thigh she cast [Droog’s Endurance] on herself, felt her muscles stop aching and her lungs stop burning in a moment of blissful release, then ran as fast as she could straight for the warg.
Drawing on her well as deeply as she dared Erika flung tow handfuls of Caustic bile towards it, making the creature yip and dance backwards, distracting it from its book, buying a few more heartbeats before it found a rune and tapped it.
The wind howled and stone broke as invisible force, like the kick of a giant, slammed into Erika who grunted as she was forced back, but only a step, grafted warg muscles and a flesh and bone shield dispersing the blow and letting her get… close…enough.
Four paces from the warg Erika slammed both palms into her shield and overcharged [Heat Blood]