@aex400
She should’ve known better than to relax, to let her guard down. She’s lucky enough that she’s already in the Archimedes ward - it’s a short jog to her condo, but she hates wasting what little magic she has available. Cantrips shouldn’t be on countdowns, but she’ll make do with what she has.
She scrambles her way into her condo building, her feet pounding up the steps. Her spear. Her armor. She’d face the undead with her bare hands if she had to, but to truly immerse herself in combat, she had to be at least somewhat safe.
The only noise in the empty stairwell - that is, aside from what handful of beasts drug their rotting corpses in - is her heavy breathing and grunting as she shoves them out of her way. Eventually her hand lands on something that isn’t the weird, slimey texture of the creatures who’ve struggled up from the inky sea. She turns on her heel and golden magic shines around her hands. [Attack Roll: 19+7=26, 10+7=17] [Damage Roll: 1+4=5, 3+4=7] Two beams fly out from her hand and connect with the closest Shamblers to them, knocking them back just far enough to give her time to throw a cocky grin at the woman she bumped into.
“I do hope you are not trying to get out this way - the elevator is taken, as well.”
