The rattling of equipment made itself apparent the closer that she got to the exit of the room and as she crossed the center of it she was gifted with what was no doubt her challenge. In front of her there were six draugr rising out of the piles of body; different equipment all of them. Her ears flicked and she’d turn her head behind her. The same could be said of behind her.
Not one was magic intensive. They had been drained of it by something. It was a worrying affair and she wasn’t sure if she should deal with this in any way that would prompt her to suffer the same fate. No magic. No casting. Not that she could at the moment anyways. She had come ill prepared… Without a weapon. Without armor. To many hunters that would mean death.
She’d stalk to one side so that she could keep an eye on both parties. They were evenly spread. Some had axes, some had swords, one had a bow, another had an ancient looking flintlock pistol. Heck one even had a scythe. That one earned her attention as it was the one that was closing in on her first. Tightening her fist she’d stare at this challenge; right outside of her gaze lay a word that gained her attention.
Failures.
This is where they dumped the failures and where they would try to drag any successor down with them. Had she failed? No. She hadn’t. No one came here alive; she didn’t sense any residual magic and nothing living had been here in centuries; perhaps even further beyond the construction of this place.
Knowing this she’d set her stance and wait for the swing of the scythe. She’d catch it by the haft so that the swing was stopped midway. The draugr looked up at her and she saw the pits of it’s eyes. Without hesitating she’d give it a vicious headbut and throw it full force at the draugr with the bow. The two of them crashed into one another and were sent tumbling. They’d slam into the wall their weapons flying out of their hands and she would look about with a grim satisfaction seeing that no other draugr were getting up to replace them.
”So that’s how it is huh?”
Her stance widened and Lucretia prepared to meet the remaining draugr in combat. In large numbers they would be problematic but in a small amount like this she felt that she could handle them just fine…
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