![]() Taller and broader than a normal man, the monster was clad in armour made of blued steel, his right arm a twisted, malformed thing with three claws instead of fingers, hideously disproportionate compared to the rest of him. Her heart hammered in her chest as she drew in close enough that the Nightmare’s features became clear. The horse’s hooves were tearing up clods of dirt and trampling over the fallen alike. While her horse closed the distance, the warrior woman made ready her shield and drew forth Omega, her gladius. A kick of her heels into the sides of her charger, the large horse lurched forward and broke into a spirited gallop. It was going to be her only opportunity without the rest of his cohorts close by. Her blood turned to ice when she realized what he was doing, drawing on the souls of the dead. The towering knight stood amidst the carnage with his sword plunged into the blood soaked ground. But then she caught sight of the possessed abomination standing alone and wondered if she might not still have a chance. Sophitia hissed a curse through her teeth, she had planned on ambushing the Schwarzstrom’s leader, the aptly named Nightmare in the midst of the chaos, deeming that such an attack would grant her the best chance of success. Even from this distance the stench of the battleground was overpowering, the acrid stink of gun-smoke mixed with the iron reek of spilled blood. Mounted on her horse, she watched from the crest of a hill, her shield- bearing the symbol of her god Hephestus- strapped to the large animal’s flank. Something Mask and myself developed on a whim, first time really messing around with Torture so it was something new to break into.īy the time Sophitia arrived, the battle was long over. ![]()
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