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Whether or not the woman dancing about was friend of foe, Alex is entirely unsure. All he is aware of is she seems powerful and she's trying to kill the guy who tried to kill him, so that's more then enough of a reason to help her out. Details can be sorted out later. The sheen in his eyes appears once again as he pulls his to kama from his belt, holding them at his side as small patches of mist, two on about 6 feet on either side of Xevious and two on either side of himself, begin condensing thicker in the air. The patches quickly form into four crescents of razor-sharp ice that slowly begin spinning in the air. Not a moment later, the two next to Xevious fling themselves toward the creature, one toward his waist and one toward his neck.

((Refer here, the second value, the dash indicates strength. The strength is relative to the total strength of the attack you delivered, IE if you scored 89, the attack would shift forms and hit me at full power of the original spell. Odds is me, evens is everyone in the area potentially.))

As soon as Descant released her attack she would feel the magic corrupt, but the spell was gone and it was too late to do anything about that now. The beads worked immediatly, taking the magic and corrupting it. The field was constant, it could do nothing to stop someone charging magical energy, but as soon as the energy was released it was shifted.

The ground was already shaking thanks to Descant, but now that she had unleashed her spell the ground began to quake more and more. This would probably confuse Descant at first, questioning whatever she was doing to make the ground shake. Small cracks would split the ground within the fifty foot area the combatants were all in. Anyone off their balance would likely be knocked down to the ground.

((I don't really have a whole lot I can do here, so this'll be short. Sorry))

Alex watches closely as Descant attempt another attack only to have it seemingly short out for one reason or another. As Xevious moves away, the ice blades miss Xevious but swirl around in a long arm, both now spinning toward Xevious's torso as he draws nearer to it. Out of the corner of his eye, Alex watches the zombies near the hooded man and the dancing woman, the undead creatures now equally close to Xevious and himself, watching to make sure they don't make a scrambling, mindless dash toward him. As much as Alex has already had bad experiences with undead hordes and really not being a big fan of them, he definitely thinks it smart to NOT attack them at the moment and leave them be. Being on an evil creatures "Kill List" is not entirely something he wants to do... again...

The zombies were hurdling forward. It did not seem to be after any one person, but rather in a definite direction: forward. Since Xevious moonwalked out of that path, it left Alexander. Who was not moving.

Those vacant eye sockets couldn't look at anything. The skulls were oriented forward. The claws reached eagerly, almost blindly forward. Behind, their master followed at a reduced pace. Crutching his way after them, using the shovel as a much needed walking stick.

In a moment the zombies would all be up in Alex's business.

"Struggle and they'll kill you."

A man's voice whispered just behind Alexander's left ear. Not a familiar voice, but harsh with warning.



A woman's voice. The hush whisper came from just behind Alex's right shoulder. These were actual sounds originating from the vacant spaces behind him. Something easily heard by anyone if they could pick up a whisper from across the room over the grumbling sounds of zombies and whatever else was going on. Given the proximity, Alex was very likely the only one to hear it.

As if to confirm this, an image bounced off the front of Alex's mind. Completely benign, it was not forced or hostile, simply a flash of knowing that did nothing to affect his thoughts or vision.

This image was two zombies standing on either side of him. Simply standing, looking around with their arms idle at their sides. He couldn't see it, but there was knowing attached to it; that the third zombie had wandered passed and was standing somewhere behind him.

These images, wherever they came from, were not attacks or attempts. They could be ignored as anything else in his own mind. Concentrate on something else to keep his mind from wandering.

The zombies were about to be on top of him, still at their fast-walk pace that seemed to be a charge for something with only a partial body.

After Xevious jumps up and out of the way, the blades of ice indeed crash harmlessly against the wall, shattering into little bits before falling to the ground below the demon. Before he knows it, though, the three undead were practically on him and is about to retort when he hears something in his head.



Well that sounded comforting and not exactly reassuring. ******** that. Undead zombies. They eat living things.



Ok, so, it's a warning. One creepy voice, sometimes a trap. Two creepy voices, usually a hint. Gripping his kama tightly, the blades of ice hovering next to and above him, he stands there without moving. His dark, grey eyes, however, do move as they flit back and forth from his left to his right, watching as the zombies pass him, then remain next to him, yet something didn't seem right about it.

Something was either helping him or screwing with him. Either way, for the moment, he is content to sit and watch the battle between the other two creatures.

As promised, the zombies continued their march forward. Chasing something that was, apparently, in front of them. Zombie C, the one furthest on Alexander's right lurched forward suddenly at open air and stumbled past. Zombie A (Alexander's left) kept the pace forward and shambled on.

Zombie B; the center, however, was on a collision course. Without heed for personal space that walking pile of rotted flesh and bone ran straight into Alexander. Not a lunge or tackle per se; the kind of collision one has with a nightstand in the dark at 3 AM where you try and throw yourself away at the last second to keep from falling down and knocking who-knows-what onto you. Finding something suddenly solid seemed to surprise the zombie as he suddenly gave berth to whatever he ran into.

Shuffling back and to the side, grunting with effort not to get floored by something it apparently could not see coming. With that grunt, though, the other two zombies rounded on their heels to face whatever Zombie B butted into.

Alexander would experience sudden deja vu. He had, rather recently, seen exactly this in his head. A zombie to either side staring vacantly at him with another behind, no doubt mirroring the empty-headed, mouth-breathing antics of an idle zombie. Each of them were easily within arm's reach to grab ahold and start chewing on Alexander's fleshy bits. They didn't, in fact they made no move to attack. If you don't count the hot sick smell of almost-breath from holey and decayed lungs.

The hooded necromancer continued on the same linear path as his minions. Each step planting a bare foot onto the dirt with a solar flare of power shooting up into his body from the unseen well in the ground. A closed fist shot forward in a backhanded smash into the space before him followed by a downward swing with the same fist, like a hammer towards the ground.

Apparently there was more than one guy with telekinesis present, because an invisible force following orders from a closed hand shot a sharp strike into the flat of one ice crescent above Alexander. From the side the sudden force was aimed to either shatter one blade and cast the shards aside while the other would be similarly struck downward; to likewise crush and cast the pieces into the ground.

Then he'd stop, two, maybe three steps in front of Alexander. Darkness and a hood would hide the man's face. The hood, itself, facing only forward. From there he'd only stand. Offering a grumbling, throaty growl of anger and frustration. Somewhere in the shadows, the clitterclatter of bones and teeth slowed and gave a hiss like a sucking puncture wound to a lung. An angry punctured lung. The hiss was cut short by the necromancer.

A simple command silenced it instantly, "Shhhhhh."

The man, hovering behind Alex, "No eyes."

The woman, just beside the man, "One mind."

Alex is jostled a bit by the zombie running into him and wobbles a bit before catching his footing, much akin to the way a nightstand wobbles when you bump into it in the dark at 3am. He stands there as if waiting for something to happen, not moving the the zombie stumbles a bit in his own tracks and continues on behind him as the others glance back to see what all the hubbub is about.

His grey eyes then turn toward the necromancer, watching carefully as he shatters one of the ice crescents with an unseen force, the same force causing the other to fall to the ground and shatter harmlessly. Alex watches the hooded man, unable to see inside the darkened cowl and not entirely sure he wants to.

Staying still and not moving, he hears the dim of the hissing and shattering about them as the hooded figure issues the one simple sound as a command.



Creepy.



Creepier. Despite this, Alex stands still, watching them, his eyes occasionally flitting to the sight of the demon and the dancing creature, looking as though they're about to tussle. That is not Alex's concern at the moment though. A hooded dude, undead, rotting zombies and disembodied voices are. They're creepier and much, much closer.