WG- Another Shadow Over Hackdirt Options

[Elisabeth Hollow]

I apologize for clogging the free-roaming Wobbly Goblet thread with our mission, as neither of us thought about making another thread(Until I did this morning.)

Once we get a hold of an Admin, we'll see abut putting the rest of the mission here. Until then our Hackdirt posts will be kept here.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla gave Drathen an incredulous look. "Leave you behind? You're insane. Look, you're coming with me. No arguing." She grabbed his hand, her brow furrowing at the iciness of it.

The potion should've warmed him a bit.

He's probably gripped with fear so badly, he's lost his sense AND his nerve.

She shook it off, still ignoring the glowing heat Dawnbreaker was giving off at the close proximity of the vampire. Not just any vampire. A pureblood. Dawnbreaker hadn't tasted the blood of an ancients in centuries, its appetite ripe and gnawing for such a treat. It whined and pulsated, vying for Kayla's attention as she gently gripped the hand of the vampire.

It seethed as she pulled the wretched being along the dark cavern, its fury gone unnoticed by its wielder, but not unnoticed by the fiend. It sang and breathed, finally, as she pulled it from its sheath. Its victory was short-lived as she sank it into the gut of a mortal man, its disappointment shown by its light ebbing and fading. When it was knocked from her hands, landing at the feet of the bloodsucker, its light strengthened again, nearly lighting up the whole room.

The fiend lifted not one finger to save her when the blade of a Brethren found its way into her gut. He did not struggle when they grabbed him by his arms, nor when they began to drag her by her hair. Dawnbreaker's wielder fought as if she was uninjured, throwing fire and snarling curses as she kicked and punched. The bewilderment on her face wasn't lost on the sword's lack of eyes. It felt her confusion as the murderous being's calm demeanor began to weigh on her nerves.

"Do something!" She pleaded to the Nosferatu. She looked into his cold eyes, her own widening as one of the cruel men stuck his thumb into her knife wound, a laugh sounding as she screamed through gritted teeth.

Dawnbreak waited. It had eternity to taste the blood of this ancient. It had gone through countless wielders, and one more, or ten more, wouldn't make a difference.

Kayla kicked more before resolving to spend what little magick she had left on blasting the face of her opponent in the face. He dropped her, and she fell on him, punching his face as the other two let go of Drathen and came after her. She elbowed one in the nose as her jaw set, her survival instinct kicking in. She launched herself at the other Brethren and, with a burst of strength, snapped his neck. She fell to her side, holding the wound in her stomach.

"Missed...a major organ, I think." she panted. She began to crawl towards her pack. "Hand me a potion...please."