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[IsabellaRose]

25 Near Lake Aetherus, The Barrier Mountains

Sylla moved cautiously through the drifts with Snow at her side. They were close to the lake, and it was not long before the white wolf grew agitated again. Sylla scanned the surrounding area, her nerves on edge, all her senses alive for the slightest sign of danger. She was certain she could handle whatever she discovered, but undead things wandering around in the middle of the wilderness at night was a bit unsettling.

It was then that she noticed the silhouette of a man standing on the ridge before her, barely discernible against the night sky. She would have sensed anything alive much sooner, which tipped her off as to its nature before it moved. It was another undead creature.  She raised a hand in front of herself and an orb of swirling green and blue energy appeared in her hand. She would handle this thing quickly

Just as she was about to release her magic at the slowly approaching man, the crunch of snow down to her left alerted her to something closer at hand. An ogre towered up out of a drift, snow sliding silently from its massive bulk. It, too, was undead, and it raised a huge club as it moved faster than she thought possible. It seemed to struggle in the deeper snow where it had been concealed, but it was coming fast. She aimed her spell to the side, casting the ball of energy at the ogre. It wouldn’t be enough to destroy it, but she hoped it would slow it down.

"Snow!" She pointed to the thing on the ridge, and the wolf was off in a moment, speeding towards the undead man. She suspected it would have no problems.

She clasped her hands together, building her power for a much larger spell. The green and blue energy swirled around her as she let the power build.  It would take a few seconds to prepare, but it should almost certainly destroy the undead ogre. But with Snow attacking the undead human, and her focus on the ogre, she had forgotten about the undead wolf they had seen earlier.

It leaped upon her from behind, taking her completely unaware. Teeth sunk into her shoulder as she was driven face first into the snow with a muffled scream of pain. Her spell flew wild, but still managed to clip the ogre. Half of its head disappeared in a black mist, but it kept running forward.

Snow rent the undead human limb from limb atop the ridge, and the wolf-thing snarled as it tugged at Sylla in a disgusting parody of Snows’ movements. Sylla screamed and Snow paused from his kill and looked up. When he saw her in peril, he bounded through the snow to come to her aid.

The ogre was there now. One massive foot was all Sylla could see from where she lay on the ground. It reached for her and wrapped a massive, meaty hand around her head, lifting her up into the air, the wolf still gnawing at her shoulder. As she was pulled up into the air, she felt the inhuman strength of the thing crushing her skull. Pain lanced through her shoulder as the wolf fell free, taking flesh and muscle with it, and she heard what she assumed was her own skull about to pop like an overripe grape.

She screamed in anguish and rage and poured her fear into the spell that lanced out at the ogre. She didn’t know what she was even trying to do other than kill, but it worked. Hundreds of icy spikes impaled the ogre from beneath, piercing its body so completely that it stopped moving. The hand crushing her head loosened its grip, but remained. With a final scream of fury, she pushed power at the thing. The skewers perforating its body reshaped themselves into frigid hooks and blades as smooth as glass which ripped outward, shredding the ogre into a thousand, gory bits that showered to the ground.

The hand on her head slid free, still attached to the rest of the forearm, but it was all that remained of the creature. The world was growing darker, and she knew there was still danger. The undead wolf was there, about to pounce again, and she could do nothing to stop it. Unseeing eyes locked on hers as she felt consciousness draining from her body, and then Snow was there, his jaws locking on the undead wolfs neck as the two rolled into the snow, locked in mortal combat.

It was the last thing Sylla saw before the world faded into blackness.