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The surprising speed of events left Dyvia bewildered as Tiella grabbed her dagger back. Only a few moments to hold the beautiful blade, another wasted opportunity.
She stumbled away from a rising corpse, the burly man geasping two rusty axes before throwing himself at the nearest legionnaire.
"I'll take a chance at my former boss."
Getting her head together, Dyvia ran around the group, hoping to catch the self-righteous tart off guard.
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Erik was immediately put off by the necromancer, he despised the dark magics and the foul taint they left on the land. He was forced to hold back the urge to smash her to bits, seeing as how they needed someone with her talents.
He distracted his mind with the appearance of the undead army rising from the snow. Repulsive things, draugr were the ultimate abomination to the Jotun, trolls just barely losing.
After the necromancer's declaration, several arrows struck him. Two embedded in his leather armor, while three peirced his calf.
The pain was miniscule, but his mood and the attack in general enraged him.
A spear exploded near several legion members, sending them flying as Erik knocked another arrow.
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Theo took his first chance, grabbing on of the Sisters and dragging her into the brush.
He almost let go, the warrior woman put up more of a fight than he bargained for.
In the end however, a quick motion snapped her neck and he was back in position.
Hearing the two groups yelling at each other through the snow, he cursed at the sight of draugr rising.
A damned necromancer, Gods why can't my job be easy.
He still had no sight of the old man, Kespin.
Hearing a groan behind him, he fled the trees as several undead almost got hold of him.
His blades drawn, he cursed again as both Legion and Sisters took notice of him and drew their own weapons.