Magical Bestiary | Tuesday, period 2

[nuclear_snide]

"Right. So," Bob started. "Quite a few of these classes have dealt with how to determine what a magical being wants. What to do and not to do when dealing with them. But what do you do if there is no dealing with them? If what they want is you, dead. Or if they simply want to go from here to there, and you're in their way and they'll kill you regardless?"

He shrugged. "Not everything magical is intelligent, after all. So, since you all seem to love the more practical demonstrations," or keep trying to chase them down and tame them, "I thought we'd do that again."

He gestured, and the Danger Shop was suddenly a city, and at the end of the block were a wave of zombies.

In the distance were some large stomping noises. "That'll be the giants," Bob explained.

The shriek something overhead punctuated his words. "Not sure what that is," he added cheerfully. "We never did find out exactly. Enjoy!"

Sorry, students; your teacher has decided to be a little shit today.

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Run!

[nuclear_snide]

Or fight! Your choice.

Re: Run!

[rebelseekspizza]

That wasn't even a choice. "Seriously?" Dante said, pulling a face at the shambling mob up ahead. And then he looked up.

The symbol on his back glowed. Rebellion shimmered into existence, Dante already reaching back to grab it by the hilt. "Hey!" he called. "You ever heard of 'the bigger they are, the harder they fall'?"

Fine. It'd been too long since he got some real exercise.

And the shrieking things? He was always more comfortable fighting in the air, anyway.

Re: Run!

[nuclear_snide]

Huh. Live and learn. The students might or might not learn anything, but Bob certainly was.

Re: Run!

[spin_kick_snap]

Something about the zombies snagged at Kathy's memory. She frowned at the advancing horde for a moment, trying to remember what it was about them that seemed--important. Something about Nick and the Mighty Dragon and LA...?

Shaking her head, she let whatever-it-was go. It wasn't terribly important to the here and now anyway. Not when there were giants and shrieking things and exes and--

Exes? That was a weird way to think about zombies.

Again, though. Didn't matter. She had enemies to take down. She dashed forward into the oncoming wave of rotting bodies, their slow shuffle practically stillness against her innate speed.

Hammer kick. Vault. Spin kick and snap as bones broke beneath the blur of her hands and feet.

Re: Run!

[cracksmostly]

She could have run. She really could have. But Merrill was a mage with no small amount of pride in her abilities (even though she'd never admit it out loud) and not that many opportunities to really test what she could do.

"Oh, this is actually a little bit exciting," she admitted, unslinging her staff from her back. "Creators, that's a lot of corpses though."

She took no small amount of satisfaction in watching the giant rock she'd conjured go smashing into a cluster of zombies at high speed; the Keeper hadn't thought she was quite ready to handle that spell yet, but she'd been practicing on her own.

Re: Run!

[nuclear_snide]

"Oh, very nice." Credit where it was due; that was a fairly impressive spell.

Re: Run!

[not_every_mage]

If everybody else was fighting, Anders had enough pride to do the same. (He probably wouldn't have held back even in less violently inclined company, to tell the truth.)

He sent ice from his staff, noting with satisfaction the way the zombies froze to be shattered by the next blow. A giant swung toward him with one enormous hand, and he sent it off with a quick burst of fire before diving for cover.

He kept glancing up to the skies as he fought. He still wanted to know what the screeches were.

Re: Run!

[nuclear_snide]

Ice was good! An admirable choice. Bob approved.

Did Anders really want to know what those screeches were? Here came one - a whirlwind of noise and movement and a vague hint of claws.