March of the Dead (open)

[Yorick]

Yorick closed her eyes as the large Revenant began to writhe. She didn't want to see the ground coming if she was going to die. Perhaps it was cowardly, but... She wanted to have happy memories. Not the vision of the rocky earth rushing to meet her, faster, and faster, until...

She stopped.

Slowly opening her eyes, Yorick saw that she was suspended a few feet above the ground in the monster's grip, which had slackened slightly. A wide grin came over her face as she heard Xin's yell - "I got it!"

There was a brief moment in which the Halberdier smiled, thanked her lucky stars, and let her heartbeat slow down. Then she broke free, dropping to the ground, and then ran up towards the monster and jumped, jamming her iron lance forward into the fiend's gut.

The monster gave a terrifying howl as it teetered backwards, wobbling until it crashed backwards onto the ground, embedding the many weapons in its back even farther and causing it to spasm a few times before it finally lay still.

"Damn. That was one hell of a fight... Xin, mate, are you okay?"

Without further ado, Yorick ran to the corpse, collecting the best looking weapons to replace her lost ones - three javelins, a new iron lance, and some throwing knives - before stowing them and trying to remember what she had forgotten...

Fin!!!

Yorick sprinted over, taking out a vial from a pouch as she approached. This was precious solution - a medicinal elixir, designed to heal wounds and revitalize the dangerously injured. Fin was still breathing, and so Yorick uncorked the bottle and poured a generous dose into the girl's mouth, watching as she feebly swallowed.

Hopefully she would recover...

[Xin Rose]

After the monster fell Xin immediately turned his attention to Fin. He was worried that she was still unconscious and to his horror she still was. He could not tell how bad she was really hurt, or if she was simply knocked out. However Xin could not risk shaking her as it might make any injury she suffered worse. It was not too long before Yorick showed up and began to give aid. Better than the simple healing powder Xin had applied on her wounds before hand the maiden of the axe gave Fin a elixir. The medicine did its work as Fin awoke from her slumber.

"Ouch my head is throbbing", spoke Fin as she opened her eyes and sat up. Xin could not wait and rushed forward and hugged the maiden. His touch causes Fin's face to light up like a flame. Her face was as bright as her hair, with a little less orange and more burning crimson. "Alright let go of me", spoke Fin as she pushed Xin off her violently. "I am not back for the dead you idiot I was only knocked out", she spoke.

"Thank you", spoke Xin as he turned toward Yorick. She did not have to use her elixir to help Fin. He was grateful for her assistance.

"Yeah thanks for that", spoke Fin as she pulled herself off the ground. "Thought I would not have needed it if somebody would have been fighting better."

"Me", spoke Xin with surprise. "I am not the one who got knocked unconscious by the giant pile of rotten flesh."

"That may be true, but that only happen because I was protecting you from the other undead. If you had been holding your own then I would have seen the beast instead of looking after you."

"Excuses, excuses Fin", spoke Xin as the two moved back into there aged old arguments.

[Yorick]

"Good grief..."

Yorick was glad to see that the girl was better - she would be perfectly fine in time. It was always relieving when you were able to finish a fight without any serious casualties. The two young ones were back to their normal fighting - a good sign, although a bit aggravating on the ears - and Yorick could now add another outline to her shield. A giant Revenant, huh. What an awesome new addition.

"Well, thank you two for your help clearing the road. Honestly, I couldn't have done it without you two. And Xin, thanks for that clutch slice there. You saved me a lot of pain. I don't even want to imagine what I would have looked like had that thing kept going... I probably would have been a puddle. Whoo boy, that would've been one helluva bad time."

Yorick cleaned her weapons, stowing them all safely and inspecting her armor. Some new nicks and scratches, a dent or two, but otherwise not much. When she felt her face, though, she realized there was dried blood all over the right side.

"Hey, hey! Looks like I'll have another scar! That's the best thing that's happened all day!"

Yorick smiled happily. Every scar was a badge to her, and she was grateful to have one to commemorate this struggle.

Walking off, the Halberdier whistled happily. It had been a good fight and a good day. She was looking forward to a nice whiskey at a bar now, to relax... What a day!

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