First Wrath and now Pride had entered the fray. Somehow, her anxiety was starting to fade. She gave the Lord Sin a tentative smile as he looked toward her. “Yeah... I don’t have a lick of power in me. I’m as weak as a babe. Probably worst then when I first came to the castle.” His next comment confused her a bit, wondering what the Sin meant by “Can’t fight it forever.". Then, as he flung up boards and various chairs and tables to board the doors and windows, Anger let out a laugh of appreciation. Then, she suddenly understood what he meant. “The seal is draining yours and Wrath’s power as well? Oy, this is bad.”
“Pride, look o--” It was too late, the zombie had bitten into Pride’s shoulder and dread took hold of the Lesser. Once bitten, the victim eventually dies and becomes undead themselves. But it was Pride... would he become a zombie? Or would his unlimited array of power save him? Either way, Anger was now going to be perfectly alert around Pride. Should he turn, she didn’t want to be anywhere near him. A zombified Pride sounded like a horrible mix, much like Wrath would have made a frightening zombie. “Oh sweet darkness...” She could only wonder if her face was as pale as it felt.
Pride quickly ended the Zombie, and the girl could see that his shoulder was healing, but not quite as fast as she imagined it should. Pride was definitely losing his powers, which meant there was a chance he hadn’t been infected. Either way, if his power continued to be drained, it was likely he would be just as mortal as she. Wrath as well if his power was not already gone. With a shaky, slender hand, the woman removed messy bangs from her face. “Normally, I would be thrilled by your anger,” said the woman, carelessly admitting her powers fed her when an opponent was worked up. “But right now I can’t feel anything but a desire to get out of this mess.” Suddenly a thought occurred to her, one she didn’t like. “The Kitchen window! That’s probably how that b*****d got in! We need to block it off as well. I think it’s the only place we need to worry about. The rooms don’t have windows in them. At least not the ones on the bottom floor. Thank the darkness for that small mercy.” It seemed there was one more person in the bar, where he had came from she wasn’t sure. “Alright, we should board up the kitchen window and then find some kind of plan. First we gotta work on figuring out just what has cursed us. Any ideas?” Proud and courageous Anger never had a problem going into battle, but the warrior still couldn’t help but look around nervously, obviously tense and skittish.
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