Chapter 187: The Living Dead (2)
Evanna was momentarily frozen in fear at this corpse that had tackled her to the ground. But what was horrific was the rotting flesh decaying away on its half skeletal and meaty face. Its nose was sunken in with magots crawling inside of it. The magots, the smell, and even having its cold, dirty body on her made her gag. This revenant started to reach for her hands, and as soon as it grabbed her wrist, Evanna snapped out of her frightened stupor.
The Princess twisted and started to wriggle out of its hold until she found herself shuffling to her feet and kicking its head until it snapped backwards. Her wrist became free, and she scrambled away, sickened at what she had done to a corpse but watching it reach for its deformed head and clicking it back into place made her turn and run. Her body was shivering now, and she couldn’t tell where they were coming from, only that those revenants were quick and catching up to her.
Evanna started towards one of the trees, believing it to be safer on higher ground, but she stopped in her tracks when another corpse appeared before her, then another to her side, and a walking skeleton behind her. More and more appeared and started to crowd her. All rotting corpses and skeletons with blank golden stares. She instantly grabbed her swords as they jumped toward her; she managed to rid a skeleton of its head before they swarmed her. A slash and a cut here and there didn’t make them flinch or pause; they continued to overpower her while she struggled to breathe with the stench of their rotting bodies.
"Conrad!" She screamed, knowing well that even while he fought Arawn, he was still watching through these things. "Conrad! Stop this!!" Her voice cracked as she felt their cold hands grabbing her. After an ongoing struggle of fighting them off, Evanna’s hands were suddenly held tightly behind her back, her swords sheathed once more, and at least three restrained her.
The undead started to march at once, pulling her along with them. Evanna glanced at their faces and looked ahead once more while continuing to struggle. There were at least ten of them surrounding her. They did nothing but restrain her and lead her back through the woods, where she could hear the clanging of swords in the distance.
SWISH
Arawn dove to the side, avoiding Conrad’s blazing sword by millimetres. He could still feel the slight heat above his head from where it nearly sliced him. It seems the Demon Prince didn’t care about Evanna’s anger and was set on killing his rival. Rival? He scoffed and flicked his hand in Conrad’s direction, shooting ice across the ground, making the Prince slip and hit his knee hard. His sword stabbed into the ice for stability, and already Arawn could see it starting to melt the ice into a puddle on the grass.
The elven Prince pushed off from the ground but stopped after something grabbed his wrist and tried to hold him in place. Arawn looked down and arched an eyebrow at the undead dwarf he cut in half mere moments before, along with his brethren. They were all dragging their bodies towards him, their legs separated from their bodies. Blood and flesh trailed behind them on the ground.