Shortly after the crows had been decimated by the Winter Goddess’ attack, their corpses began moving by some preternatural force, coming together to form some anthropomorphic corvid made from shadows. In any case, Beira did not have to make any move, as Belladonna simply leapt into the fray, using her poison magic to lay waste to the creature ferociously before it could even take the time to recover. After three successive attacks, all that was left of it was a smouldering mass of corroding stuff, which the Winter God Slayer was almost certain would not be yielding any more surprises for the mages that evening. All the same, she was not eager to leave anything to chance, keeping an eye on the dead mass from time to time.
Belladonna had asked Zach about some event, which he didn’t seem too comfortable remembering. Beira ventured a silent guess that it must have probably been a mission that the two were speaking of. She idly listened to her colleagues, while resuming harvesting what pumpkins she could; so far the harvesting process did not seem at all difficult, and with luck on their side, the mages would soon be through and out of this weird field. Yet even as she worked, her senses picked some strange movement. Something was approaching quickly. It was too gaunt to be human, and it held something in its spindly hands. As Beira looked up, a scarecrow, animated by some dark magic, came over the wall, and headed for the trio. Beira in response began distancing herself from the rest of the group, not because she wanted to run away, but so that the scarecrow wouldn’t be able to attack multiple people at once, and also to execute attacks from the monster’s blind spot at her own convenience, should it be engaged in battle with the others.
Zach, for his own part, seemed eager to show whatever creatures were haunting the field that he was no pushover. Executing a similar tactic to the Pestilence Devil Slayer, he faced off against the scythe-wielding creature in a flurry of speed and light, giving it no time nor avenue for respite, as he buffeted it constantly. Beira was sure he had things under control, but just to be sure, she kept herself at the ready, as she harvested more of the orange vegetables. Crows began gathering overhead again, but this time, Zach did not even let them attack, frying them with a spell. The scarecrow was also dispatched eventually, and that seemed to be all.
”Well, I think we can just gather the pumpkins we have, and be off,” she said, surveying the field. The three mages seemed to have harvested a good deal of the veggies, and Beira was sure that the organizers of this event would be glad for what they brought in, not minding the localized destruction of some part of the field. But just as she was about carrying off her portion of the harvest, an eerie atmosphere seemed to settle on the area. From the gathering mists appeared a strange specter, with what appeared to be a carved pumpkin for its grotesque head. With a laugh that grated nerves, it began firing dark energy at the trio, obviously unwilling to go the same way its predecessors had. ”This is becoming tedious,” the Utgardian growled, clapping her hands together, as a huge wall of nether rime formed between the ghost and the trio. Undeterred, the ghost floated round the wall, only to see a gigantic spiky ball made of ice form behind Beira, which shattered into multiple fragments, each honing itself on the new adversary. Unwilling to give it any leeway, and hoping her colleagues would join in the attack, she gathered nether rime to her hand, forming a spear of ice, which she flung with all her might at the specter’s head. A pause for breath, and Beira flung a second spear, this one striking the ghost’s midsection. Under the brunt of her attacks, it would least probably be able to defend against any other attack aimed at it. But still, just for good measure…
”Winter God Bellow!”
The spiral of purple ice tore into the creature, buffeting it with cold even a spirit of winter could feel. It was time to send this thing back to wherever it came from, with a good measure of butt-kicking.
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[OOC:]So sorry for the late reply. RL issues. You guys can wrap up in your next posts, ya?