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    The Plague: The Enemy Has A Face

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    Post by Guest 18th September 2018, 2:28 am

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    There was an ominous feeling to the forest that had not been there before, as though something was sapping the life out of everything that dared to enter it. Each time she had returned to this forest, the feeling had increased but now it was at a completely different level. Yet, it had little effect on the pink haired mage as she dashed through the undergrowth, heading directly for the source. Her job for today was simple, find the cause of the corruption and tear it to shreds. Just how she liked it. This was the fifth time now that she answered the call of Beanstalk Village and at this point, she was totally sick of the place and wanted nothing more than to leave for good. On the other hand, she always felt a compulsion to finish what she started and this was no exception. The unknown quantity of what or she would fine only spurred her on wards. It would all come to an end, today.

    However, she was soon forced to come to a halt as she came across a group of undead creatures stumbling towards her. They appeared to be zombies of some kind although they moved so slowly that they seemed unlikely to be much of a threat to her. All she did magic wise was to activate her dual pair of support abilities and rush head long in to them, lashing out with water enhanced punches and kicks to the rotting opposition. It was not even close to a challenge and the Deity tore through the foul creatures like a hot knife through butter, sending them back to the hell that they had spawned from. She mused to herself that their creator would be a greater challenge although in the back of her mind, Sarisha was beginning to think otherwise. What she longed for was an opponent that she could fight at full strength but that was starting to seem unlikely. A weak minion usually meant a weak master after all.

    Soon enough, she came across a robed figure who was at least quick enough to fire a trio of jet black spheres towards her. Rather than try and dodge them, Sarisha simply leapt up in to the air and hurled herself towards him, surrounding herself with water and catching him hard in the stomach, sending him crashing backwards in to a tree and falling to the ground. His attack had not even penetrated her defences that her spells had granted her and the expression on her face was more of disappointment then anything.

    Before he could recover, she inhaled deeply and unleashed a powerful torrent of water from her mouth which pressed him up against the tree again before eventually felling it. It was just too easy and rather than wasting any more of her magic power, she simply shrugged and dived on top of her fallen foe, pummelling him with blows from both fists and turning his face in to a bloody mess. Her eyes soon began to glint from the pleasure of it all and it was long after that she he had stopped breathing that she finally stopped striking him, leaving him as nothing but a stain on the forest floor.

    After a quick search of his robes, Sarisha swiftly turned away and dashed back off in to the undergrowth, her eyes still glowing with the lust of battle. As disappointing as the fight had been, she had at least been able to nourish her carnal desires for at least a short amount of time although she knew that it would not satiate her for long. Her Godly partner wanted nothing but blood and chaos and it was her task to fulfil that need, one that she now craved as much as Valara did.

    Her journey back to the scientist was uneventful and after explaining the situation to the group, he was quick to praise her once again, before paying her for completing the task. He spoke at length about the curse and of the robed figure but Sarisha paid little heed to it. She was tired of this story and longed to move on. When he had finally finished, she quickly took her leave, before he could ask anything more of her. She was done with this.

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