>>6325204While you maybe not be the most proficient swordsman of all the guards, you like to think that you've got a solid understanding of the basics and the first thing you do once you extend your sword out is to bait the nasty mimic into extending itself out too far. A quick little jab at it causes it to back away slightly and make a go at spearing your head through with one of its thin legs, but you're well aware of how to counter an attack like that from your years of sparring with Rakes, and your free skeletal left hand latches on to the mimic's spear leg.
This is rewarded by the mimic whipping its tendril out to possibly do a bit of stabbing itself but you were ready for it, and clearly the mimic forgot all about that nice red blade of yours!
>87There's a moment when you yank hard on the mimic's leg and bring it scrabbling towards you that it clearly shows surprise, if the sudden screech was any hint, which then turns into pain and horror as you draw a lingering wave of red energy with your countering sword slice. The mimic has noticed your sword again much too late and you make it pay dearly for that and the mistake of trying to ambush not just one but three Totemists.
Usually this would be a learning experience but you don't have any desire to allow it the chance to live long enough to appreciate the lesson.
>85Your blade finds the whipping black tendril and cleaves it down to a third of its length with a spurt of oily blood, and even a nasty gash up the side of its false-post body to boot. Sadly not a killing blow but you're sure it won't be trying to use that tentacle thing to attack you anymore.
Oranya slides over nearby and thrusts her beaded arm forward with her hand flat, casting a thin plane of air to shoot out and cleanly slice through the leg you're grabbing and dealing a significant blow herself. More jabs deal more slices as the mimic frantically backs up and away, falling to the ground from losing one of its walking limbs and jabbing forward with one of its remaining legs to force your teacher to keep her distance. Clearly it doesn't understand the concept that she isn't limited by her range and takes another slice across its deceptive body for the error.
The post mimic rolls over a bit and now uses its two remaining legs to spear and swipe as the tendril thrashes this way and that to act as an extra bit of defense. Fat load of good it does though, as Heyra has finished her strange chanting and in her hands rests a blazing sickle of otherworldly power. With one swing, the flaming blade slices off one of the mimic's limbs and sears the would closed all in the same attack. One left, and the mimic is using it for wide attacks that have no hope of actually harming any of you.
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