Machete
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Down below, there was a whole host of undead of all kinds. Near the altar of the chapel stood some kind of sorceress. Her skin was pale, but she was clearly the only one still alive here. Opposite her stood a necromancer, and green streaks of magic constantly emanated from his hands, enveloping the Sorceress.
- There are about two hours left until the end of the ceremony, someone whispered from a nearby beam. You flinched, but seeing the elf, you calmed down.
- But in another half hour, her body will die... and the remaining time will be spent transforming her soul... So we don't have much time...
- My friends will help us. Now I will enchant you with all sorts of useful things that will make you much stronger and faster, and on the count of three, we will attack. What do you think?
You looked around; between the adjacent beams, some blue streams of air shimmered...
Even though the structure was quite dilapidated, the wind under the ceiling was clearly stronger than it should have been...
- So, what do you say?
Well, this elf knows how to appear at the right moment!
- We need to act. But how exactly? Jump down and hack everyone around, breaking through to the altar?... Actually, in our situation, there's nothing else we can do... alright, then, on the count of three!
I've got a hole in my pocket!
© Ринго Старр
© Ринго Старр