>>5219799>>5219584>>5219535>>5219489>>5219471>>5219461>>5219421>>5219814>Pull Ava aside and handle it yourself.>Declare that you’re not willing to fight. Try to reason with the chorister.>Ask if she's ok, she looks a little bit impaledYou step ahead of the dhampir, a hand on your flamberge. Her head follows your movement with dull lethargy. “You there. Are you quite alright?” You maintain your distance. “You look rather.. impaled.”
“..They are not wounds.” The one ahead murmurs, her voice whispery and ragged. “They are sheaths.”
With that, her body creaks to life. She moves like an automaton, arms snapping forward and torso renting itself from the blades that jut from her form. Both hands reach for the swords criss crossing her shoulder blades like wings, tearing them free. You take an unconscious step back along the stone bridge–in spite of the mess of blades that hang from her body, none of the blood seems to seep from her.
The chorister collapses to the ground and slowly rises, some swords still speared through her torso, as if dragged upward by invisible strings. Her arms hang limp at her side, steel in hand.
“We don’t intend to fight you,” Your declare, words at odds with your actions as you keep a grip on your blade’s hilt. “We merely mean to cross.”
“..Before Father Wilhelm left the CATACOMBS, he instructed me to cut down any who sought to go deeper than this.” The chorister breathes. “If you intend to cross, you intend to die.”
“..She’s another CORPUS CHURCH experiment. Like the boy back at the shrine–another product of humanity’s attempts at immortality.” The dhampir commiserates behind you. “No. 9.”
>Manage the fight yourself.>Step aside and allow Ava to take care of the matter. She must’ve defeated her before to cross.>Step aside and allow Noelle to take care of the matter.>Step aside and allow Emilia to take care of the matter. You struggle to see how a berserker could fall to one so small.>Write-In. 