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[Graded]Beneath The Surface; Artesia
Topic Started: Dec 23 2013, 02:24 AM (1,558 Views)
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The past few hours had taken a toll on Artorius, both physically and mentally. But, after the death of Jean Barasavi there was no time to be wasting. The two thieves, Artesia and Artorius, now knew their next destination -- the old abandoned cathedral on the east side of Dandelion Sector. As a child, Artorius used to play around and get into scraps there. During much of the time he spent there during his youth, the place always had a strange feeling to it. There was a whisper in the wind there, or so they said. Artorius was seldom the superstitious type, but after encountering something like a dragon who was he to confirm or deny the presence of things such as spirits? Artorius had to keep an open mind here, especially since he knew not of what they were about to get themselves into. Of course, with the presence of a strange organization of people after him, and Artesia as well, what choice did he have?

Their goal was to make their way towards the Cathedral and find the mysery woman that his now recently dead friend Jean Barasavi had pointed them out to. It wouldn't be easy for sure, as Artorius did not doubt that the woman there kept herself hidden, and likely did so for a good reason. But, they needed to make another stop first. "Follow me. I don't intend on going to see this woman without being properly armed," Artorius stated as he turned his eyes towards Artesia. Leading the way, the thief bounded off another building before turning a corner towards a spot on the roof. Lifting one of the shingles revealed a panel which, upon opening, revealed a small crate. Like before, this was one of Artorius' equipment stashes that he kept hidden around Dandelion Sector.

This time, because they didn't need to go to a public venue such as when they ventured towards the Laughing Vagabond bar to retrieve Jean Barasavi, Artorius could don his full gear. Taking off his jacket, Artorius tossed it towards the red-haired woman. "I doubt I actually smell like an ash tray but either you take it, or you stay cold. Your choice," Artorius explained to her before slipping into his equipment. Once he got the armor, pants, boots, and gloves on, Artorius pulled the hood over his face. Following that, Artorius refreshed his consumed equipment, namely his throwing knives, but also equipped his throwing knives, smoke bombs, a bag of caltrops, some steel wire, and a para chord into the appropriate pockets in pouches. After slipping a knife into a sheathe on his boot, Artorius tested the mechanism on his hidden unseen blade, which upon activation, revealed a blade just beneath his wrist that extended past his hand and fingers. Once his miscellaneous gear, combined with his usual pair of daggers and sword, were properly fitted and secured onto his body, Artorius was prepared to head out towards this cathedral. Hopefully, Jean was right about this.

"Come on, we're almost there."
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Shit had gotten real quickly and even though Artesia had only known Artorius a matter of hours if that the woman found herself undertaking a journey of retribution. Normally the woman wouldn't trust people as easily as she found herself doing in this instance, you could never really know who would throw you under the bus given the right reasons, especially with those you have no power over those you didn't know well. So why was it she had the strange feeling the man with her would wind up being someone she COULD trust in the long run? Well, if you had asked her that odds are she wouldn't have been able to tell you. There was just something about the man that reminded her of herself or at least he seemed like someone she could get along with like a house on fire. Whether the fire would burn or not would remain to be seen, but hey all things fun involve a little heat right?

Artesia followed Artorius to where he donned his gear yet again but she wasn't looking in his direction for most of it like you would think she would have been. Instead the woman had her eyes scanning around the streets below them and it would be obvious to anyone that was looking at her that she had something in particular on her mind. Artorius wasn't the only one that needed to restock on things, she didn't need to get changed or anything but she did want to replenish her throwing knives. Luckily though they weren't hard to find and she had them stashed around the place much like her companion did with his gear, the thing was that the only stash she had close by that she hadn't raided recently was....

Something made of material smacked into Artesia as she stared off into the streets, "Ooof" She grunted lightly, the weight of it was light and it didn't hurt of anything, it was just somewhat surprising and she hadn't been expecting it is all. Clearly not in a rush the woman pulled the item of clothing from the side of her head and glanced down at it, figuring out immediately what it was her eyes widened slightly in surprise. His jacket? No sooner had she thought that to herself did Artorius speak his reasoning behind the offer and upon hearing it Artesia's lips curled into a smirk. Not only was he hot to look at but his personality was pretty cute, damn. As she started to put it on Artesia gave the man a grin of sorts to match her somewhat witty retort, "Don't worry, the perfume bath I took this morning should drown it out nicely don't you think?" It was true that she wore perfume and it was because she hated to even think she MIGHT smell bad, call it a thing of hers but she wanted to smell nice at all times. It was also true that Artorius's clothes smelled of smoke but it wasn't a bad kind of smoke nor was it so strong you wanted to sneeze or run away. Besides, she never said she hated the smell of a man that smoked.

The hoodie was larger than one she would have worn normally but given that it wasn't hers and that it was indeed one that belonged to a man that much was unavoidable, it might have been baggy but it was the kind of baggy that went with a woman wearing guys clothes. The pair were well on their way to the cathedral when Artesia spotted what she'd been looking for earlier, as she landed on the building she'd been jumping to she stopped in her tracks and figured Artorius would catch on and cease as well. She whistled out loudly and down in the street below the ears of a large Saint Bernard perked up and his head snapped around to look to the rooftop where she stood. Immediately the dogs face went from surprised to excited and ignoring the man that had it on a lead it took off bounding through the street towards Artesia dragging his master along with him.

Artesia would jump down from the rooftop to the street using an awning as a second jump and as she landed she was immediately greeted by the mammoth dog, "Such a good boy." She said as she crouched down to pat the dog. Around its neck was a small barrel and wasting no time she opened it to pull out several throwing knives and other blades that she had stored in there. "Tia....you're storing them in Joey's barrel now?" The man on the other end of the lead attached to the dog sighed to which Artesia said, "Yep, he likes it don't you boy." The woman gave the dog another happy pat and scratch behind the ear while sealing up the barrel around his neck, replying with a happy bark he wagged his tail eagerly whacking his owner in the leg several times. It was obvious that when Artesia was around the dog couldn't care less about his master and it wasn't something the man was exactly pleased about as he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Well, hate to love ya and leave ya but I'm kind of in the middle of something. Get me some more knives alright, I'm going to need them later!" Artesia said while leaping up some stacked boxes and making her way to the rooftop against via various footholds. Left in the street with his mammoth dog who watched the woman leave the man could only sigh, he'd just been struck by the crimson whirlwind that was Artesia Zenaide.... again.
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It would appear that Artesia had contacts of her own, as she was able to procure some extra equipment through canine-delivery no less. It was quite amusing, and admittedly Artorius had to strangle the urge to want to pat it. But, he preferred cats himself anyway. Nevertheless, the two had properly suited up and prepared themselves for the coming quest. Leaping off the building onto an awning below, and then bounding off onto the ground just a meter down, Artorius led the way through a dimly lit alley.

After climbing a metal gate, Artorius led the way towards a courtyard of rubble and dirt. Trees swayed about through the cold breeze, but as they moved through the courtyard and penetrated into the interior walls of the cathedral the air rapidly changed. It remained cold, but the breeze seemed non-existent inside. There was a cold, eerie silence.

The cathedral was cold and dank, smelling slightly of mold and sulfur. The moonlight shone harshly on it, casting dark, massive, and malevolent-looking shadows that seemed to shift and sway, dancing carelessly as the trees surrounding the crumbling building shivered in the frigid breeze. Artorius rubbed his hands and fingers together, keeping them warm. He could feel a faint shiver on the nape of his neck that had rose up from the tail bone all the way to the spine. Artorius wasn't superstitious, at least not intentionally, but this place always had a rather dark and twisted feel to it, as if the very air itself in this place was damned.

Frankly, a description such as that is quite fitting given the history of this cathedral. Years ago, the cathedral was quite lively and extravagant, hosting grand celebrations and ceremonies. But, it held a dark secret. A priest, twisted by greed and wine, lust and wrath, had become the head of the cathedral. Once a normal man, the urban legend states that there was a dark, malevolent force whispering in his ear, telling him to do certain things, to hoard, to maim, and to kill. It was just a ghost story, one that coincides with the earthquake and fire that tore through the cathedral and brought it to ruins.

Turning towards Artesia as the two overlooked the cathedral below, he explained the history behind this place. "Hundreds of people used to come here every day. Now, they say only phantoms and miscreants come here, to lay low. I used to come here as a kid, and even now I can't help but feel strange coming to this place," Artorius whispered to his companion. "They say dark spirits and demons come here. But, the truth is that years ago there was an earthquake that tore through this place, and a fire burst through as well. Dozens of people were reduced to ashes and dust. They say that people who stay here for long go crazy, as if they're possessed. Truthfully, speaking though, many people who stay for too long do lose themselves. But, it's the sulfur and other gases, you see. The earthquake opened up reserves of natural gas below. I have a strong nose, so I'll be able to smell the gases, but regardless of that, let's make this a short trip if we can. And, who knows, maybe we'll find a ghost or ghoul or two," he smirked as he finished.

Jumping downwards, Artorius led the way towards the interior of the cathedral through a massive crumbling hole through the side. Just ahead of them was a wide staircase which split into two seperate staircases on either side, which fanned out to two wings.
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It wasn't really a surprise that the cathedral before them had been abandoned given the creepy atmosphere it held and even before Artorius spoke of the tale of the place Artesia had the feeling there was likely something else a little off about the place. She wasn't overly superstitious so to speak but in her time travelling and dealing with relics and ruins she'd seen some things that made her open to those that wanted to believe in ghosts and like. Did she think they existed? Well she thought they might, honestly she hadn't given too much thought to it before, at least not sober anyway. Drunken thoughts on whether or not the supernatural exist or not weren't really things to put much stock in anyway, heck she was lucky if she recalled anything from those drunken nights anyway.

Thankful for the jacket that Artorius had lent her as the chill of the cathedrals surrounds and the night air brushed against what remained uncovered of her skin Artesia pulled the hood up and listened to the tale she was being told. It wasn't exactly the kind of story you would tell your kids before bed but for the woman who liked to rummage around in ruins and the like it was intriguing, you'd be surprised what you can find in places long lost and/or abandoned. Shiny things were great but sometimes those that weren't shiny could be equally as rewarding, old writings in books or on scrolls were popular these days and religious relics could fetch a decent price with the right collectors. Despite being there for a set task she wasn't going to miss the opportunity to grab something if the chance came up. "Sounds like my kind of place." She said while returning Artorius's smirk. She would follow him as they leapt down to enter the place and it wasn't until they reached a choice of paths that much was said between them.

"Hmmm, choices, choices." Artesia said while taking a step forwards and standing just a head of Artorius at the T-intersection of paths. "Well there is only one logical way to decide in a situation like this." Artesia would crouch down after pulling a throwing knife free from her thigh and placing it down on the ground she'd give it a spin before waiting to see which way it would point upon stopping. Seconds later the knife slowly ground to a stop and pointing off towards the left path it gave the pair their most logical choice, or at least the most logical in Artesia's books. "Left it is. Any problems?" She'd ask while standing and putting the knife back in its place and regardless of what Artorius said she'd say the same thing. "No? Didn't think so." Pushing through several large cobwebs and stepping over rubble the thieves would find themselves faced with a door at the end of the left flight of stairs, it was a sturdy stone door and Artesia got the feeling that even with her considerable strength for a woman of her build that she wasn't going to budge it alone.

With Artorius's help the pair would push the stubborn door open wide enough to step through one at a time, what they would find on the other side was nothing but darkness, at least until they lit the torch that was on the wall using the lighter that Artesia pulled from somewhere on her person. Bones, many piles of bones lay scattered on the ground in the chamber before the pair and with a somewhat raised eyebrow Artesia murmured to her companion. "Last time I saw this many bones they didn't stay down for very long." The time that she was speaking of was roughly around a year ago in buried ruins within the desert of Sin and she wasn't lying, there had been at least a hundred damned skeletons that had come back to life in order to guard their treasure and she had the feeling that this time would be similar.
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Artorious was somewhat glad that the woman wasn't really the jumpy or superstitious type. This made traveling through this place a lot easier as he wouldn't have to worry about her randomly screaming over something like a rat or a spider while mistakenly thinking it to be a ghost or something of that nature. Though, frankly taking a woman into a dark, creepy place only to have her cling onto your arm in fright isn't such a bad thing after all. Either way, Artorius saw no reason to cry over spilled non-existent milk and continued onward.

Soon, the pair encountered an enormous and heavy stone door. Artorius watched as the woman attempted to shove the door open to no avail. Moving forward, Artorius threw his weight a bit forward, using his leg and arm power to help shove the heavy door open. After a few breathy heaves, the door opened with a groan. The two found themselves in a completely dark corridor. Fortunately, there was a torch held onto the wall. After procuring a lighter, Artesia lit the torch and the two marveled at what they saw. Beneath the cathedral was a catacomb with bones as littering the ground. Cold, moving water, perhaps from a reservoir beneath their feet, combined with the bones that would crunch and crack beneath their feet would give the two thieves cause for cautious footsteps.


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The eerie sound of dripping and slowly moving water echoed throughout the corridor. Ducking beneath some green mold and vine growth just overhead, Artorius stepped over a nearby pile of waterlogged bones and skulls. With the torch the only source of light they had, the two would have to stick together and move carefully. Artorius could see shadows scurrying in the corners of his peripheral vision. It took a moment to figure out what the source of the shadows were - dark, brown furry rats. He was almost curious what they ate to survive down here, but he quickly cast that thought aside.

Stepping forward, the waterlogged corridor now split into two paths - left and right, once again. This time, Artorius would know exactly which way to go. Putting his hand up to gesture a stop, Artorius halted his movements while he began sniffing the air. Previously, Artorius' sense of smell wasn't the most acute. However, ever since he became a Dragon Slayer he now had a few draconic traits. Among them were the ability to consume smoke, a closely guarded secret to himself, and the second was his highly acute sense of smell, which he was now using to safeguard the lives of the two thieves. "Sulfur. And Hydrogen sulfide. You might not be able to smell it, Artesia, I can smell it here. Just like rotten eggs..." he spoke, shaking his head. "We're going left. Keep the torch low, and make sure your blades don't strike anything. We can't risk igniting a spark."

As the two moved forward down the left corridor the water would become more and more shallow. Eventually, it became completely dry and they would find themselves in a stone hallway. Various doors lined the hallway, with candles that were somehow still lit. "These ruins... I've heard of these sort of things before. Each of these walled off portals are small family crypts, sealed shut to prevent... well, thieves or grave robbers from accessing them. In the past, only the wealthy would be able to afford having these crypts in their honor," Artorius explained as he moved forward cautiously. "The candles aren't ordinary either. They're magical, never burning out on their own. I never expected this sort of thing to be beneath this cathedral all this time. It's amusing, isn't it? The quickest way to convert the pagans into God-loving men and women is to build a cathedral right where the pagans bury their honorable dead."

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"Well I'll be damned." Artesia mumbled while walking through the water that lapped at their boots. She had been sure that the bones that were scattered along the ground wouldn't stay that way and while she was somewhat disappointed given that they wouldn't get to 'play' with them she wasn't going to complain for it made their job that much easier. "Guess they don't want to come out and play today." She said in jest. The further the pair would venture into the catacombs the thicker the growths that plagued it became, thankfully they both had blades to spare and had no trouble cutting their way through when it necessary. Out of the corners of their eyes the thieves could see shadows dancing in the light of the torch but they belonged to nothing but rats, mice and various other small and insignificant creatures. Thankfully neither of them were scared of said things, it would have been awkward for Artesia should she have had to deal with a man that couldn't stand vermin, she didn't have the patience for that and she'd be damned if she would carry him.

For a moment when Artorius had raised his hand to stop her in her tracks and took to sniffing the air Artesia couldn't help but wonder if the man beside her was about to crack a joke regarding who cut what cheese. As it turned out though he was merely mentioning how he smelled rotten eggs.... wait a second. How could he smell it if she couldn't? Was he one of those people with the super senses or something? Eh, either way she felt like believing him and what would he have gained if he was lying about it, yeah, nothing. "Well it wasn't me if that is what you're getting at." Of course she knew it wasn't, she wasn't that stupid. But it never hurt to keep the mood on the light hearted side of things and the banter rolling now did it.

Keeping the torch she held down low and with no blades actually unsheathed Artesia lead the way further into the catacombs with Artorius close by. They didn't have much room to distance themselves if they wanted to share the light being given off by the torch so they made sure to be close enough to one another at all times to avoid accidents and what not. It wasn't always easy given the way they were being forced to duck and weave through things not to mention stepping over rubble but they managed it and eventually emerged into a stone hallway where the water they had been walking through showed no signs of ever touching. Artesia didn't really have much to say in response to what Artorius said so she gave nothing more than a simple, "Yep." in reponse.

At the end of the long corridor the pair once again found themselves standing at a large stone door, one they would both have to throw their weight behind in order to budge. When they stepped through the gap they created the pair would find themselves in a room full of coffins, they were large and decorative ones but they were coffins none the less. "It's kinda a kick up the ass that we need the one living person in this joint." Said Artesia as she walked into the chamber, "We'd have been set if we needed a dead one." Just as she finished saying that the ground began to rumble and all around the room the lids of the coffins began to rise or slide until they hit the ground with a thud, "Guess I spoke too soon." Artesia shrugged with a grin upon her face, it was about time they had something fun to do.
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After they had navigated through a cold and dripping wet part of the catacombs they had walked through a dry, dimly candle-lit corridor. It was eerie to know that there were ritually buried bodies just on the other side of these meticulously set brick walls. Though, at the same time, Artorius had to realize that such a thing wasn't all too different from the skulls and bones in the waterlogged room just before this one. Still, it was also quite interesting to see how, even back then, there were segregation of classes even while dead. To see the honorable dead being buried so lavishly while the riff-raff were tossed to the wayside was quite amusing, if not a little bit depressing in a sense.

At any rate, they were now entering into a separate part of the catacombs. In this particular open-ended crypt were where the warrior caste of this ancient civilization were said to be buried, set in unlocked coffins so that they may guard the other buried dead, allowing them to rest safely in the afterlife. It was amusingly superstitious, but it's not like Artorius was a novice in adventuring through tombs. At times, powerful magics are cast upon places like these. So far, they had not encountered traps or frightening ghouls. Well, at least not yet for the former.

As they stepped forward the ground had begun to rumble. Not only that, the heavy stone lids of various coffins would rise, being pushed up by ancient hands. These heavy lids would fall to the ground with an audible thud. Once the sound of rumbling earth and shifting stone subsided, the noise of the room was quickly replaced with the groans and shuffling of the dead, tasked to protect the bodies of their ancestors and descendants.

"I've heard that these warriors were blessed, or should I say -- cursed, with powerful magics so that they may rise to defend the bodies of their neighboring dead," Artorius spoke quite astutely before quickly shifting his tone to a much more sarcastic one. "I suppose that it's only fitting that this place is where we have ourselves a damn good fight," he finished with a grin set across his facial features.

Stepping back, the man drew his straight sword out from behind his waist. Slowly, yet stylishly, drawing his blade, the man pointed towards the first oncoming zombie as it neared. Slicing it diagonally from shoulder to waist, Artorius kicked it down to the ground after his sword eviscerated it. Turning towards Artesia to cover her back, Artorius quickly spun around and separated another zombie's legs from the rest of his body. "No danger of igniting anything here. Go crazy."
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Now these were pieces of information that Artesia wanted to hear. "I do love a good fight." She said with anticipation lacing her words, it just wasn't the same when you didn't have some kind of creatures to deal with in ruins or catacombs and if they made for an interesting fight then all the better. As Artorius drew his blade and took care of the first skeleton Artesia was busy ensuring that they had adequate lighting for their fun and games to come. There was a trail of oil which lined a small troth and that trough followed the walls of the chamber all the way around, using the torch she had in her hand Artesia lit that flammable oil and in a matter of seconds the room was illuminated by the glow of fire. The fire burned brightly in what had otherwise been darkness and the roar that it gave as it carried along the walls only made it that much cooler. She had to hand it to the guys that designed the place, they had a flare for the flashy that was for sure.

Artorius had covered her back as she lit the fire and it was as he said that there was no danger in lighting things that the fire had roared around the room, "Well, that's good." It would have been too bad if there had been given the timing on things now wouldn't it. In order to draw Hidari and Migi Artesia tossed the torch she had been holding out at one of the zombies using it as a distraction to engage, "Here, Catch!" Strangely enough the skeleton did exactly that much to Artesia's surprise, it wasn't enough to stop her from launching in and tearing it pieces though. The skeleton caught the torch and looked at it puzzled and before it could glance back up to the woman it had been after it crumbled to nothing but bones once more. So the things had some kind of intelligence? Sure seemed that way given it caught the torch and all.

As Artesia sliced and diced her way through skeleton after skeleton wielding her dual blades with effortless strikes and precision the woman worked her way deeper and deeper into the enemy lines, this wasn't without intention though. As she was slowly surrounded many would have figured that she had made a fatal mistake and would soon be devoured by her enemies, Artorius though should have been able to figure out her motivations given what he'd seen of her abilities so far. Artesia would wait until the creatures were close enough to reach for her before she would use her magic, she wanted them to be as close as possible and in as large of a group as she could get to take care of them. Coating her body in condensed darkness for an instant so short that it was not visible the mage forced it to expand outwards at a speed and with enough strength to push all the skeletons immediately surrounding her back at least two or three metres.

At the same instant as the force push which kept her from being grabbed Artesia launched herself into a rapid spin during which she created daggers of darkness at a rapid pace. These daggers were thrown out in all directions as she spun and hitting the enemies that were being forced back they made for a lethal combination of abilities. Standing triumphant in the middle of an empty space surrounded by the bones of those she'd taken out she couldn't help but grin, "Now now boys, personal space is a thing."
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Whereas Artesia had to be a bit more reserved with her magic in application, in a place where there were only glowing-eyed zombies and ghouls watching, Artorius could let loose. After the man viciously bifurcated a zombie vertically, Artorius took a step back to channel the power of smoke magic into his hand. Quickly, he extended out his fist, hurling a three-pronged harpoon made of smoke right into the chests of three zombies, knocking them flat on their bony asses. Hurriedly, the thief retracted his hand, stepping back and spun around. Using the weight of his foot, Artorius kicked hard in a roundhouse movement, launching a zombie away from himself, spinning as it flew away.

"Damned undead are always so fucking relentless," Artorius annoyingly muttered beneath his breath. Quickly, spinning using the follow-up motion of his previous kick, Artorius utilized a low-sweeping slash of his sword to cut another ghoul off from his ankles before striking it hard with the pommel of his weapon, sending it falling down on its backside.

Now, having made a fair bit of distance from himself and the nearby zombies, although Artesia had always managed to help that cause with the combination of her own magical attacks, Artorius turned to face the encroaching horde of zombies that were shuffling towards him. Suddenly, the man's eyes grew alight with magical energy, resembling black smoke that constantly emanated from his eyes. As if on but a sheer whim, Artorius glanced at the steadily approaching horde. A glyph of magic appeared beneath their rotting feet. "Choke." Then, after a brief delay, it burst into a large cloud of black smoke, surrounding them. Even if their lungs were rotting away, the magical black smoke was vicious, sending the brainless zombies to foolishly claw at their irritated flesh, and cough up the viscous embalming fluids that had filled their lungs just moments before.

Pain erupted in Artorius' eye as the smoke faded from his left eye, leaving his right eye alone to be cast in that magical energy, signalling that he had one more usage left for it. Unfortunately, it would appear that Artorius' and Artesia's efforts and struggles, at least for the moment, were in vain. Scrambling back up to their feet were numerous once-downed, or perhaps once-again-downed, undead zombies. Their eyes glowed with a bright sickly yellow glow, and they would rapidly reform themselves, regenerating from their severed parts. Some didn't form completely, or even properly, as a few of these zombies ended up getting legs for arms and vice-versa.

"Shit," he muttered as he begrudgingly stared at the regenerating masses of rotting flesh. "Looks like some sort of magic is letting them regenerate. There's got to be some sort of object that's allowing this."
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You know what took the kick out of a fancy combination of moves? Having those that you used them on get back up. As the skeletons at her feet twitched and the bones rumbled around to reform themselves into a person -or whatever they could make- Artesia felt the rising urge to comment regardless of whether or not they would hear or understand her. "Rude." With that said she looked to Artorius to see if those he'd taken care of had also started to show signs of 'life', it was actually kind of reassuring when she saw hers weren't the only ones. That would have been awkward not to mention embarrassing. What Artorius said pretty much echoed Artesia's own thoughts on the matter and instantly her eyes started glancing around for signs of whatever was at work. The glowing eyes of the creatures reforming around her couldn't have been a mere coincidence, odds were that what they were looking for also shared that same glow, or at least that was what she gathered based on her time trawling various ruins and what not.

With moments to spare as her enemies gathered themselves into bodies again Artesia's eyes focused on looking for a glow, it wasn't until she exhausted all walls and the floor that her eyes glanced upwards but as she did they spotted that which they sought. There resting set into the ceiling was a massive glowing yellow stone of sorts and it pulsed with energy at the same time as those in the eyes of the zombies did, it pretty much had to be it. "Artorius, keep em busy." Sheathing her dual blades Artesia kicked down a single skeleton that got too close and drawing out throwing knife after throwing knife she threw them as hard as she could against the wall across from her. Her aim was to create a sort of makeshift set of stairs to use to scale the walls and reach the high ceiling that would have been out of reach of even Artroius's platform ability mixed with his highest leap.

Thankfully the walls allowed her knives to dig into them far enough to be considered sturdy and after setting them up along the two adjoining walls the woman set off to put them to good use. She would leap from one to the other using her nimble footsteps and natural agility, quickly scaling the walls she reached the highest one she could do and with a powerful leap she lunged out with her blade ready to pierce the stone. She managed to make contact with the stone however due to the awkward angle of approach she could do little more than cause it to crack. The moment that the stone was cracked however the creatures on the ground showed immediate signs of faltering, several pieces of their bodies would fall off where they had reformed and they would be unable to move as their eyes flickered on and off.

After landing Artesia shot a glance back to the stone, "Tch." She couldn't hide how unimpressed with the outcome she was but luckily in a few seconds that would change. A loud cracking sound would echo in the chamber once more as the stone gave in to the crack that faltered it, falling down half of the stone shone brightly and something rather unexpected began to occur.
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