May 30, 2017
@casterofturnabout
She’d heard tell of some sort of boots – or heels, rather, that had some sort of blade in them? Perhaps that would be a more effective way to take care of these infected creatures than stomping on them with her buttoned-up boots from a time that felt like eons ago. That being said, the best she could do was commanding her walking stick to bludgeon them to death. And as much as she hated to admit it, assistance would be…more than appreciated.
Just in time did she see a familiar flash of blue. Abandoning the levitating fury of her stick to keep one of the crazed people from coming too close to her, she called, “You, over there! Caster! Come help me out, would you?”