A second later and Athela was there, flashing by and rapid-firing hardened Bloody Strings from her abdon that pierced the shadowlings like needle-shaped red missiles. The tiny shadow beasts shrieked and withered into puffs of black fla before the Blood Weaver demon turned around to reengage the undead wolf that’d followed her, nimbly dodging the snaps of the zombie and burying her silver fangs into the wolf’s neck bones.
The wolf furiously roared and blasted a green toxin cloud around its position to shake the demonic spider off. anwhile, necrotic venom from Athela’s fangs was injected into its spine in a counterattack. The venom from her silver fangs was black, creeping along the joints of the zombie’s exposed vertebrae and causing pieces of bone to rot off, while the cloud of toxic gas seed unable to affect the demon at all. The larger zombie managed to roll Athela off and leaped back to try and buy itself so space—but it found itself entangled ti and ti again with strands of sticky red webbing that latched onto its feet, neck, and thorax.
anwhile, Riven snarled despite his mangled shoulder and dodged yet another miasmic blast of neon mana that rocketed by his left ear—only saving himself due to his enhanced body under the power of the crow’s blessing.
*WHOOSH*
The bald man was snarling in disbelief at yet another blur of motion on Riven’s end, rage filling the sorcerer’s features while blood seeped from the burned-off portion of his pants where Riven’s snare had entangled his bloodied legs. “YOU LITTLE BASTARD!”
Two more shadowling summons began to form amid dark mana that spilled out of the sorcerer’s staff, coming to life and giving shape to animated quadrupeds yet again. The shadows molded, folded in on themselves, and then solidified to glare out at Riven before shooting ahead with a fervor.
This ti, though, Riven was ready.
His mutilated feet ached under the strain, but he shot forward anyways and unleashed two razor discs of crimson. The spinning blades of blood mana Pushing himself up with a strained groan, he looked at the still-dancing spider while she chittered and clicked her mandibles atop his enemy’s corpse—waving the man’s intestines around in the air like pom-poms or batons… Riven studied the bound demon for a few seconds with a blank stare, and then he couldn’t help but laugh. It was a sour, cold laugh, because he’d nearly died and the sight was rather grueso. But he was alive…and that damnable little spider had without a doubt saved his life.
“Good job, Athela. I think I owe you one.”
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