Relief crossed the archer’s features upon hearing the other follow close behind her in their sprint, showing that the person she ran into was not too harmed from the collision. She also realized that she had finally ran into a young woman in the twisted Labyrinth, which did not take long for the archer to surmise that the woman had to be a fellow hero. Yet her relief, and any time to further contemplate the previous fact, was interrupted by the sounds of the approaching zombies, forcing her to pick up her pace.
Her gaze briefly flickered over her shoulder as she reached for an arrow in her quiver, watching as the zombies closed the gap between them. They were moving astonishingly fast for being part of the undead, and were relentless in following whatever noises their newest targets made. A curse escaped her at the realization, knowing that they couldn’t run from them forever at this rate. Eventually, they would have to stand their ground and fight them. Fear would have to take a back seat if they were going to survive this encounter. The young woman beside her appeared to have caught onto this fact sooner than she did, the woman already launching a flurry of knives at them with deadly precision all while readying a spell in her hands.
There was no time to hammer out the nuances of their plan of attack, but what they had in mind now would be more than enough to get the zombies off their trail. Maria swallowed her fear and nodded in agreement as she notched the arrow on the string, already taking aim while darting her gaze between them and the woman readying her spell. “I’ll cover you while you cast! Surely the fire will be enough against them!” With that, she loosed her arrow and watched as it sailed through the air and slam into the closest zombie.
Her companion was a very good shot. As soon as she slowed down, the woman pulled out her bow, notched an arrow, and fired it with deadly precision. It all looked so graceful and easy when she did it. Valencia couldn’t help but be in awe of her skills.
Yet the mage knew better than to stare at her too long. The zombies wouldn’t wait for her to stop staring. She had to cast the spell quickly, or they would be overwhelmed. Refocusing, she concentrated on the spell in her hands, knowing that now she had more time to cast a larger spell. Firaga would spread better than just Fira. It would eliminate the front zombies at least.
Finally ready, she released the Firaga spell on the front row and watched them burn. The smell of burnt, rotting flesh made her gag slightly, but she kept herself standing. With her arms still outstretched, she felt wind blow around her and fly in the direction of her arms. The wind knocked the remaining zombies back, which shocked her. She didn’t cast a wind spell...did she?
“Run!” she called to her ally as she took advantage of the disoriented zombies to escape and hopefully lose them. If they could, they could regroup and rest before continuing onward.
