Well, i wasn't planning to write more chapters.
But i needed to practice writing combat scenes and thinking up new settings is hard.
Though now I'm kinda tempted to write about Darling and Johannes date...
"Okay, here's comes the devil wolf, good luck Darling!" There was an angry roar from down the tunnel, then the beast came charging. It was the size of a house, had a set of bloody antlers behind it's ears, and about 3 times as many teeth as it was supposed to have. It leapt for Darling, only to be cut short as Darling slammed the cross spear into it's throat. It huffed and puffed, and snapped at her, but the tangs held it at bay. Darling stood completely still, muscled deadlocked to the spear. Then the handle broke, and both Darling and the devil wolf surged forward. The devil wolf slammed into a rock, and made a low whimper, while Darling only just managed to not get smashed under one of it's enormous rear paws. "This is the part where you improvise" "Jeez, thanks Lady Marrowgrinder!" Darling drew the wicked dagger, Marlene had instructed her to carry at all times, and charged back at the devil wolf. She dodged under its fangs, and swung the saw-toothed blade against the joint of the left hind leg, sending the beast to the floor. Wasting no time, she jumped up on it's, and began using the dagger, to slowly chop through it's neck. In the beginning it struggled, and Darling had to hold on for dear life, then she got a good hit in, and the beast started to gasp for air. As it lay dead, lady Marlene came forward holding her own dagger, identical to Darlings "Not bad for a first timer, but next time, this:" Marlene slammed her dagger down in the space between the antlers, and pulled it forward a few centimeters "Kills it dead, right then and there."
The mace hit the skeleton with enough force to send it flying in 3 separate directions, moment later Darling swung around and brought her axe down upon a zombie. "Lady Marlene, how long do we need to keep doing this?" Marlene did a backflip, swinging her enormous sword in a wide arch, before landing steel clad elbow first on a skeleton. "Until i get bored, or Yash'ak'Thul runs out of corpse to throw at us, whichever comes first." Sighing, Darling relaxed her posture, she was definitely gonna have to cancel her plans for the afternoon with Nendra. "Think fast!" Darlings train of thought was stopped, as Marlene threw a moldy silver crown straight at her. Doing as she was told, she tore a leg of the nearest skeleton, and swung at the crown, which ricocheted through the room, smashing skeletons left, right and center. "Okay, that was pretty funny." "Told you so!"
One mistake is all it takes, the adage had been drilled into her head, first by the white knight, then by lady Marlene. However Darling only realized the importance of it, after she had moved her shield slightly to the side, and felt the balors burning blade stab through her chest. She fell to the ground, struggled back on her feet, but everything was going black, and she could feel the life flowing out of her. Then a voice broke through the darkness, Shanalot, the priestess, was praying, and her prayer send fire through Darlings veins. Her wounds closed, and renewed by the mother of dragons, she ran towards the balor again. In the mean time, the monster of fire and brimstone, was swinging away at Aunrae, the assassin was panting, and held down by several grazing wounds. Aunrae was holed up in a corner, the great stone sword slowly coming down upon her, and her daggers were little good for parrying a weapon of that size. She resigned herself to the fact that she was gonna meet her grandma a few hundred years to early, then in the last second, a pure silver blade, forged above ground, and bearing the crest of the Charming family, stood in it's path. Steel flashed against steel, as Darling pushed the balor back enough for Aunrae to catch her breath. Aunrae looked to Shanalot, who nodded in agreement. A brilliant bolt of darklight blinded the balor, Aunrae seized the moment, using the balors wings as counterweight, she landed on it's back. Wasting no time she withdrew her last poisoned dagger, from it's special sheathe and cut a gash the length of her arms across it's back. As the monster was reeling from the blow, Darling took her sword with both hands, and decapitated the balor with a single, sideways swing. The post-combat silence was broken, by Lady Marrowgrinders teasing voice "Well high priestess, seems you owe me 3 silver pieces" followed by a grumbled reply from Shanalots teacher.
The sun was much brighter than Darling remembered it, the spiky gauntlets chafed, and Marlene had made her wear make-up. Not to mention how out of place she felt in the cathedral of seven truths, all eviled-up, and trying her best to look menacing. On the other side of the chasm stood another squire, of roughly her own age, as well as his knight wearing about 3 times as much armor as was appropriate for such a formal occasion. Marlene leaned in close behind her "go get him wolf!", then Darling walked out on the narrow rafter. She could hear the knights booming voice all the way across the chasm "Remember Johannes, the orders honor rest on your shoulders, don't let me down!" The squire drew his rapier, and walked out on the rafter. "St-Stand down evildoer, or, or i'll be forced to vanquish you!" Darling lifted an eyebrow "You do know this is a sparing match right? Me standing down, would make my whole visit pointless." "Right" the squire muttered in embarrassment.
Darling was the first to lunge, just as the pair met in the middle of the rafter. Johannes skillfully parried the thrust, but it was quickly followed up by 1, 2, 3, additional stabs, which Johannes parried in turn. Then he counterattacked, which Darling with some difficulty turned aside. They went back and forth like that for a while, until Darling managed to cut a long crimson streak across Johannes left arm, this unfortunately gave him the opportunity to disarm her and send her rapier clanking into the chasm. "I believe I have you defeated scoundrel." Taking the opening Darling kicked him in the shin, then struck him on the side of the head with both hands while he was down, throwing him into the the great big hole. In the last second she grabbed his arm, saving him from a very painful, though not quite deadly landing. "I believe otherwise sir knight" she smirked through black lipstick, and red contacts. "LIGHT SAKE JOHANNES! STOP CRUSHING ON THE DARK SQUIRE, RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" Came the angry yell from his knight, while Marlene chuckled to herself.