Hiddey POV
The night hid as well as it could screaming horde was charging at the school with torches not caring if they were stepping each other. Oh, there goes Figgiht “accidently” breaking someone’s leg after knocking them down. Deciding to ignore this behaviour and focus on my own survival I tried to find the others. Slipping in an out of the crows I notice one of my partners being trampled. A frown appears on my face as I see someone trip over him. Gripping my knife, I turn back to the direction of the horde and start following.
The idiots at the front are carrying torches illuminating the way to the ruins, using the sparse light source I edge myself to the side of the horde. An unpleasant surprise appears as I see the Daughters holding gnarly sticks surrounding the side. Batting at any goblin that comes near. With a frown I grab my knife and prepare to commit suicide. However, a loud roar surprises me. Turning to the location I can see it came somewhere from the front and then I hear the screams of zealots. Fear overwhelms me as I prepare to rush the Daughter, but as I look at the cowl covered figure my blood runs cold. The gnarly sticks start glowing with weird symbols as they start smoking, magic! Since when can they do MAGIC! I thought they were Assassins not mages.
Quickly falling back into the hoard to put as many bodies as I can between me and the insane bitches. The shouts of both fear and pain make me tighten my knife. The torches suddenly explode with fire and the smoke produced by it start swirling around us. The Daughters start chanting as the fires on the torches start growing limbs. Well at least now I know why we have torches and I thought it was because they were idiots. Moving my head from the bright fire monsters it helps it to readjust to the darkness. The fire monsters jump of the sticks landing on the trees as they start swarming around forcing us all to charge at the ruins and whatever monsters are protecting it.
I’m eventually forced to be pushed onto the battlefield as the fire monsters surrounding us start licking at me and my brother’s feet. Following my fellow brothers, I carry myself with as much grace as someone who just pissed himself. Desperately looking for my allies I turn to spot one shooting arrows at the… You have to be kidding me! Grey skinned goblins with lifeless eyes, emerge from the earth stinking of shit and decay. Is this because I was thinking badly of Mother? Please Mother I didn’t mean it! Pulling out my bow and nocking my arrows I climb onto the nearby overgrown rubble.
The living goblin battle against the undead who charge at them with sharp bone fingers. The goblins are only slightly more organised then the dead using the scavenged blunt weapons they manage to nock them down and prevent any major loss of life. My hand is shaking as I hear a in goblin like screech. Followed by the shattering of glass as long spindly arms start emerging.
“Follow CHIEF!” Bokeader shouts as he cowers next to chief who swings his newly made axe at the dead. Cutting of its head as it falls to the ground. The nearest goblins hearing this rush to chief creating a mob with Chief at the head and Bokeader somewhere in the middle. Something similar happens closer to the ruins where Figgiht creates his own mob.
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I hear a cackling as the daughters created a semi-circle around the ruins with us as a meat shield. The fire monsters stop patrolling the edges of the glade and turn to the centre. A word is shouted but I can’t possibly hear it as the monster’s cackle like a burning fire leaving behind burned grass as they charge through the living and dead. The smell of burning goblin fills my nostril as I cover my mouth to stop my vomit. I just barely manage to lift my head to see one of these monsters charging at me. Activating Stride, I get away but trip and fall down the small pile of rubble.
Nursing my minor bruises, I pick myself up to see my broken bow and feel my slashes over my back. One of the dead deciding to ignore the disorganised goblins jumps onto me, ready to tear my jugular. It opens it jaws as it pushes its sharp claws into my back, using my fighting skills I punch him and feel my hand connect with his head. The creature stumbles back as I feel it rip part of my flesh off.
Hiddey: Health has fallen to 18/24
Grabbing my sharp knife, I turn around to see a familiar face Mall. It looks at me in the eyes and roars a hoarse laughter as it sputters our “Renmb-e MAE?”
“Yes, its Mall isn’t it?” I reply as I lift up my blade spinning my head around to see that the two mobs and fire monsters are managing to stop this riot of a battle. A sudden explosion rocks the ruins as I turn my head to see what it was. However before that happens Mall jumps onto me taking a knife into his stomach as he grabs my neck.
Hiddey: Health 15/24
The bastard screams “ITTTTS MaaLILIK!” Pulling out my knife I try and jab at him so he would release me. The chocking causes me to drop my knife as I desperately try to push him off, but I fail. The bone like protrusions that are his fingers finally manage to pierce through my skin and into my throat as the bitter taste of blood reaches my mouth.
Hiddey: Health 7/24
Everything turns black as I hear flesh ripping and my limbs start to go numb.
Hiddey: Health 0/24
As I feel the life draining out of my body I start praying earnestly. “Mother!” I shout in my mind as my body goes limp. “Please let me live! I don’t want to die!” The sounding of burning flesh and screams is my only answer.
You are dead. Apllication for afterlife...DENIED. Please enjoy total annihilation.