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    #31
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    The girl sidestepped the Deprivedís lunge, and quickly struck, kicking the side of his skinny knee. His leg bowed inward dramatically, and there was a sick crunch as tendons and ligaments split. The Deprived stumbled and fell to one knee - and the girl was there, driving her dagger down into the top of his shoulder, and into his heart. Again, his eyes flared, then faded, and he slumped. She withdrew the dagger, and turned toward the final Deprived.

    She found the gaunt man on his knees beside the first fallen one, digging into the dead manís flesh with his bare hands. He tore out great bloody gobs of unnameable viscera, shoveling it into his mouth with a terrible hunger. As he ate, his body began to change, filling out with more muscle, becoming less withered. Too late, the girl realized the final Deprived was absorbing the Seed of the fallen, what little there was. Not enough to bring him back to her level - but enough to make more dangerous for certain.

    The Depraved looked up at her, blood dripping down his chin as he extracted a final, solid crystal of Seed from the body of his fallen comrade. He popped it into his mouth, and bit down with a crunch. His eyes glowed for a moment, and he stood, staring at the girl with an intense hunger. ďNeedÖ more...,Ē he groaned, his voice dusty and cracked from long disuse.

    He glanced around, then picked up the upper quarter of a broken stool. Gripping the crossbar, it became clear that he intended to use it as a makeshift shield - very makeshift, really. It wouldnít stand up to anything serious - but of course, the girl is equipped with a dagger.

    He circles around, keeping his shield up, and the girl raises her own buckler, matching his movements carefully. Heís a little slower, a little stiffer, but she suspects he will also be a little stronger - and a lot more driven. The terrible hunger in his eyes made that clear.

    The first misstep was the girlís. Her foot landed on the body of one of the Deprived, and she glanced down for a half moment. Her head snapped back toward the Depraved as he lept forward suddenly, bringing his broken sword up high to swing it down at the girl. Her buckler went up, and the blade clattered as it slid over the surface, nicking her arm slightly before being deflected away. The Depravedís shield came up fast and he jabbed forward with it, striking the girl in the stomach now that her guard was open. She stumbled back - and for a breathless moment, she was sure she was about to trip, and he would be on her.

    Fortunately, she found her footing, and she managed to get her own shield up again before the Depraved could take advantage of her stumbling. This time, she swung her shield forward aggressively, swatting his broken sword aside. His guard opened for a brief moment, and she struck, driving her dagger into the shoulder of his shield arm. He snarled in pain, and his arm fell. The girl yanked her dagger free and stepped back quickly, creating distance before the Depraved could strike at her again. His shield arm wasnít quite useless, but he was clearly having trouble lifting the heavy stool up to a proper guard for more than a moment. A far better exchange than the last, though the girlís ribs still ached.

    Knowing that he couldnít defend himself as well now, the Depraved rushed the girl, swinging his sword at her in a deliberately wild pattern, forcing her to back up and block, desperately trying to create space to gather herself for a counter attack. Each strike slid off her shield, nicking her arm as she tried to block, or slipped past slightly to slice at her withered chest and body. A low strike nearly crippled her leg, but she managed to deflect part of the strike with a quick move of her shield. It wasnít until the broken sword caught the edge and shattered like glass that she was able to get a reprieve. Her face was peppered by the shards, and a sheet of pale blood began to flow from a cut over her eye. The Depraved gaped at the hilt in his hand, now devoid of any use. He cast about desperately - but the girl was upon him quickly, her own eyes flaring with a small amount of the Depravedís own hunger.

    The Depraved raised his shield desperately - but the girl dropped her buckler and grabbed the edge of his shield, twisting it roughly out of his hand. A quick jab with her empty fist to the Depravedís solar plexus sent him stumbling - and a hook of her foot sent him sprawling to the ground. He tried to back away, but she was on him too fast, dropping her knee into his stomach, driving the air out of his lungs - and his recent meal from guts. She gripped her dagger with two hands, and drove it down into the Depraved, over and over and over, driving it past - and through - his desperate hands, into his chest and neck, spraying thick blood over herself. The manís struggles faded slowly, even with the brutal blows. It wasnít until the girl drove the dagger down into his eye that his back arched, and he breathed his last with a shuddering gasp. The girl panted, her strikes slowing as she realized resistance had faded. She took a shuddering breath, licking her lips - and let out a soft moan as she tasted the blood on them. Her own desire for Seed nearly took her over completely then. It took an effort to keep from rocking her hips against the dead Depravedís, trying to eke out what she could from him that way. Instead, she reached her hand into the ruins of his chest, and grasped his Seed. Devouring his fallen comrade had actually more than doubled the Depravedís Seed, and she drew out a far larger orb than before. She brought it to her lips, savoring the smell and taste before absorbing it into herself. She could feel the Seed she had collected so far, buzzing with untapped power under the surface of her skin.

    She stood up, stumbling slightly as her injured leg wavered. She stumbled over to the last untouched Deprived, and began the grisly work of gathering his Seed. He had more than the Deprived in the hallway, but not by much. She absorbed it without any issue, then got to her feet again. Her injured limbs were starting to stiffen from the pain and injury, and she was feeling a little weak from the blood oozing from the dozen shallow cuts on her body. Looking around the room, she noted two exits from this common area. One was back the way she had come, and the other was forward and onward.

    So, she faced a choice - move forward, and hope to find a shrine or something else to help her heal, or rest here and try to make bandages from what tattered cloth she could find on the Deprived she had already killed?

    Choose:

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      #32
      Re: The Primordial Seed

      Rest for a bit before moving on.
      My avatar is from Viper RSR

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        #33
        Re: The Primordial Seed

        Rest as we can always move on later.

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          #34
          Re: The Primordial Seed

          Rest for now. Let's hope nothing heard the fight and is coming to investigate.

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            #35
            Re: The Primordial Seed

            Heal up here, you dont know if there are more between you and the next shrine or not.

            Its dangerous to go alone
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