The spirit was powerful for sure and lucretia felt her body ache anytime it grazed the armor or weapon she wielded. The ghost however also was not as fast or nearly as strong as lucretia initially believed. That or it was expending too much energy trying to turn the things it struck into dust. But it was clearly becoming evident to the werewolf that she was going to be okay if she played it safe. The warrior gritted her teeth a bit as she felt the ghost’s hands against her armor. For a moment it seemed like the latter would hold but.. She felt it turn to ashes around her body and the ghost hissed softly.
No more of this filth stopping me.
Lucretia hopped back a bit; noting that the spirit looked to be a little more haggard with that. She’d grit her teeth slowly as she could feel her own essence being under attack by the ghosts’ last touch. She’d twirl the spear in her hands with a semi practiced ease before glaring at the ghost who slowly started to walk forward.
Even your beastial transformation won’t be enough to stop what’s coming.
”Then it’s good that I have more than just my own beastial transformation.”
The ghost blinked, a look of confusion crossing it’s face before Lucretia’s body started to grow. Her own limbs taking the shape of Shaka Zulu’s lion shape. She had used it maybe once or twice before. Never really in proper places but spots she felt it was needed. She stood so tall that the ghost had to look up even with it’s own form distended as it was. It’s eyes grew wide as lucretia’s piercing blue eyes stared down at it.
She barely fit into the catacombs like this and were it not for the prowess of this form it might have laughed but this was an earnest threat. It’d take a step backwards; looking around as though trying to find something to feast on. Finding nothing it’d shriek in defiance.
Just because you take that form means nothing!
Lucretia growled a little bit and lunged forward. Her spear driving forward like a bolt of lightning and the ghost had to throw itself prone to avoid getting skewered. One hand coming up to drag against one of lucretia’s arms. It’d hiss in pain as it’s body was wracked with the effects of it’s own attack. While also causing lucretia’s offhand to go limp. She’d glance down at it and noted that for the most part it was fine. Just had a lot of it’s strength removed.
She’d tut a little bit; spinning the spear in her hand before making the second attempt not even a moment later. Slamming the spear head down and into the floor. Sending up tiles and a plume of dirt from where she struck. The ghost at the dead center of the strike. It looking surprised and hissing again as it was unable to free itself. She could see that it wasn’t going to be sticking around for long with how lucretia had pierced it.
Heroes always forget the people that they crush underfoot. You think you’re any different?
”I’m not a hero. Just someone trying to do the right thing for those she cares about.[/i]”[/b]
T-then why come here at all? Was this place really that much of a threat????
”Had you escaped you someday could have been.”
The ghost blinked, opening it’s mouth and then closed it again. Looking as though Lucretia had truly stumped it. It’d close it’s eyes after a moment and with one last shuddering breath that it didn’t need to take…
M-maybe then… I can just rest instead.
”Everything will be okay. I’ll fix this place up or at least get the priests to.”
...Th… Be… nice…
Lucretia watched the spirit dissolve into nothingness and felt her form sag after she let the lion go back into the spear. Rubbing at her arm she’d sigh again and just head back upstairs. The priests seemed really surprised to see her so soon but after explaining what had happened they quickly gave her her payment before sending her on her way. They had work to do after all.
”...Hero huh?”
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