The goddess tilted her head to one side as she watched Zanar draw out one of his throwing knives. “Indeed I am,” she said, smirking slightly as she understood what he planned to do with the blade. “They’re rather… versatile, if you ask me,” she said, her voice dropping to a lower volume as she distinctly made out the incantation he seemed to mutter under his breath. She sensed the holy aura of the magic that surrounded his blade, intrigued for a moment. She knew why he would choose such magic - of course it made sense as they were fighting a necromancer. She just took a moment to appreciate the irony that the hunting partner of the goddess of Death was using holy magic, while she would be using something else entirely.
Dalanesca made no visible movement when Zanar threw the blade towards the strange patron in the corner, though she was prepared to strike at any moment. A necromancer would prove a rather difficult target for her, for several reasons: one, they were in Parvpora and her powers were so much less powerful there; two, her normal efforts of causing his flesh to rot from his bones right then and there would most likely be less invasive as that was most certainly the type of magic that fell into his wheelhouse. Their suspicions were indeed confirmed as Zanar’s blade fell to the floor with a dull thud when it hit the wall of magic the necromancer they hunted had cast in front of himself.
“I would venture to say you’re correct,” she said, a sinister smile spreading across her lips. She stood from her seat as well, though her movement was much more fluid than that of Zanar’s. Her chair slid out rather gracefully behind her as she rose to a standing position. She glanced to her partner, seeing that he had readied his blade and that dark energy seemed to be swirling about the weapon. With another smooth movement, the goddess reached behind herself, pulling a long, thin blade from a concealed sheath that had been along her spine under the leather she wore. The blade was a strange color, black - made from reinforced obsidian straight from the depths of Revaliir’s underworld known to some as Inferos. Green veins streaked throughout the weapon - veins of crystallized hellfire that would do nothing but further along the anguish felt by any of her foes.
Across the room, the necromancer had risen from his chair. He had yet to speak a word to the pair, but instead seemed to be looking around at the panic the patrons of the establishment were feeling. The tavernmaid let out a yell as he dropped his hood, and she darted into the back room with another shriek. The necromancer’s face was streaked with black veins, clearly a result of the dark magic he had been using for such a long time. Dalanesca cocked an eyebrow and turned to Zanar. “Flare for the dramatic, don’t you think?” she muttered under her breath, just loud enough for him to hear. Even in the throes of battle, Dalanesca’s sharp wit and sarcastic humor remained intact. She now addressed the necromancer. “I suppose you think you’ve got it all figured out then?” she said, sounding a bit annoyed with him. “You figured out how to channel the souls from Inferos back into corpses for your own… congratulations,” she said, clapping her hands together softly around the hilt of her blade.
What happened next was something that Dalanesca had not prepared for. The necromancer, in one swift movement, knelt down and scooped up Zanar’s discarded throwing knife, and sent it zooming towards her with another quick throw. Being in Parvpora, her senses were slightly dampened and she was not able to move out of the way quickly enough - but at least the holy magic had dissipated from the blade. The throwing knife sunk into the center of her chest, and she drew in a sharp breath, her eyes narrowing slightly.
What seemed to be a drafty breeze blew through the building, extinguishing every candle. “First you steal from me. And now, you try to kill me?” She pulled the blade out with a swift movement, tossing it to the floor beside her where it landed with another thud. She ran a hand down the center of her chest, across the wound which a decent amount of blood trickled from. She held up her hand, covered in the thick red substance, and brought it to her lips, her tongue darting out to lap at her finger. Her eyes narrowed further and she dropped her hand to her side, her head shifting to one side again. “So the Reaper bleeds, let it be known,” she said, twisting her head slightly to look at Zanar.
While she had foolishly been flaring for the dramatic of her own, the necromancer had been chanting a sort of incantation under his breath, and suddenly from out of nowhere, a shockwave of sorts went through the establishment, sending both Dalanesca and Zanar falling backwards to the ground - along with all of the other patrons that had not fled the establishment. Unlike Dalanesca and Zanar, who were able to get back up, it seemed that the shockwave had killed nearly every patron in the establishment.
As the pair scrambled back to their feet, Dalanesca let out a soft, yet slightly nervous chuckle. “Fancy showmanship, is it?” she said, dusting herself off and retrieving her blade. Her eyes fell back on the necromancer, and she felt unnerved - he was smiling, his yellowing, decaying teeth making her feel slightly off. “Death wish, is it?” she asked, and the necromancer merely shook his head, still smiling his strange grin. A moment later, the patrons, who had most certainly been dead, began to stir. One, a slender woman dressed as one would expect a commoner to be dressed, awkwardly got back to her feet, twisting around to look at the pair. Her skin seemed sallow, and her eyes were completely black. Dalanesca was so taken aback that he had been able to accomplish such a feet, that her blade clattered to the ground next to her as she dropped it in surprise. It seemed that she was even less powerful in Parvpora than she had thought.
She turned to Zanar. “Any suggestions?” she asked, as more of the patrons began standing up and staring at them with the same dead eyes, seemingly awaiting instruction from the necromancer.