Dearly Departed

With a sigh of relief, thinking that he was safe for now, Quinton relaxed as he seemed to have finished off creatures. It didn’t take long though as it seemed like the coin had attracted more of them. More howls echoed out as more of the undead closed in on the comotion. Soon, four ghosts were circling around Quinton with what appeared to be a dead dog standing off in the back, looking for an opening. Quinton could feel his heart beating harder as the ghosts circled around him, he knew he was in a bad spot. Sword in hand, Quinton tried to keep as prepared as he could. He pulled a coin out quickly, infusing it with magic and tossing it at the ghosts to try to take out as many as he could, but they quickly scattered away from it. Taking advantage of the break in their formation, Quinton dashed away, trying to put some distance between them as he sheathed his sword and pulled his bow out.

The ghosts were to close for comfort, Rushing Quinton as he fumbled with preparing an arrow to fire. He wouldn’t have much time to aim his shots, spinning around and launching an arrow, missing to the left of his intended target, but Quinton would hardly notice as he spun back around as soon as he let the shot free. He couldn’t stay still for long, not with those things chasing after him. That’s when Quinton had an idea on how to buy himself some time. Grabbing a coin from his pocket, he channeled his magic into it and throw it down into the ground in front of him. He passed just over the coin and got out of its blast radius before stopping in his tracks, giving a snap of his fingers as he blew the coin up, casting up a smokescreen of dirt. Quinton covered his eyes as the dirt sprayed in every direction, then dashed into the dust cloud.

Grabbing an arrow from his quiver, Quinton jumped out from the other side, tricking the 4 ghosts as they kept going through the smoke, thinking he was still trying to run away. He quickly posted up and fired an arrow dead center into the head of the undead dog, causing it to whimper out in pain before it fell silent. He wasted little time as he took off in the opposite direction of the ghosts, knowing they could probably hear what just happened. He covered some distance quickly before posting up and pulling out an arrow, preparing to meet the first ghost through with a magic charged arrow. The first one charged through and was almost instantly struck with an arrow, howling up in pain stopping as it’s fellow ghosts sped by. Quinton quickly prepared three arrows, firing them all at the same time at the three ghosts still charging at him. They were more prepared than the first as two of the ghosts dodged; however, the new front runner had taken an arrow to the head, fading with a scream of pain.

Slipping his bow away, Quinton now liked his odds much more as the three ghosts regrouped, slowly circling around him. It was obvious which ghost he had hit so far, breathing audibly. Slipping his sword back out, Quinton took the initiative as he charged for the weakened ghost, finishing it off quickly with a magically charged swing. With a quick turn, the blade was pointed towards the two ghosts that were left, obviously hesitant from how Quinton had cut their numbers down so quickly. The two scattered as Quinton charged at them, quickly dodging the swing and floating above. The two attacked Quinton from above, diving down and forcing him to roll out of the way. He quickly recovered and parried one of the ghosts that had kept up the charge, his magic flowing into the blade allowing him stop the ghost from striking through the metal. With a smooth counter, Quinton brought his blade clean through its torso.

Quinton didn’t allow the ghost a single second to escape as he quickly finished it off, turning his attention to the last ghost, it had already began to turn tail, flying off into the sky and away from Quinton. With a sigh, he fell onto the ground, exhausted from the fighting. ”Hopefully…. that’s the last of ‘em…” He had caught his breath in no time and was back on his feet. His trek through the town as almost over as he neared where Leo lived. He hoped that somehow Leo had made it through, but after seeing what those things had left behind, things looked grim… Quinton yelled out for his friend as he knocked on the door, but no one answered back. Quinton lowered his shoulder and began to ram into it, giving the door a few goes before bringing it down. The young man was almost instantly greeted by the sight of his old friend, slumped against a wall with a knife buried into his chest. It seemed like Quinton was far too late. His friend had been long dead. Along with the knife in his chest, Leo also appeared to have a bite wound on his neck. The only thing Quinton could come up with is that he had taken his own life to avoid what could happen to him. Quinton gave a sigh as he picked up his old friend, carrying him outside for a proper burial.