Flynn released a long, dreaded sigh when he heard the Ancient Ones in his head. He closed his eyes for his next question. "And... How long will you have me as a host for?"
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The remaining of flesh stuck on Helga's feet served as some sort of skates as she slid her way through the circle, evading the dangers that faced her. She kept an eye for the shadows the Wiezen warned her about, her eyes darting everywhere. The nymph almost slipped when the ground began to shake and she saw and silhouette beneath the thin ice. She stood still for a moment before taking a step forward, only to be greeted by a long, jagged black... something that impaled through the ice right in front of her and could have pierced her head. And before she walked around it, another emerged by the side. The jagged rods seemed to actually be some sort of tentacles with small needles on them. Helga gasped as she witnessed the two slimy tendrils shoot at her, and she quickly ducked and avoided their wrath. But she was caught off guard when another emerged and tripped the witch, making her land on the cold ice beneath her.
Helga wiped her lip and growled, glaring at the enemies with no face. She got back up onto her feet, and without thinking twice, she skated her way out of the mess. She was... dancing. The nymph swayed her hips smoothly and twirled here and there, spinning on her feet like an expert. The tendrils followed her steps until they ended up in one huge coiled mess. Helga took advantage of them being tricked and rapidly skated out of the way and to the next destination.
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The remaining of flesh stuck on Helga's feet served as some sort of skates as she slid her way through the circle, evading the dangers that faced her. She kept an eye for the shadows the Wiezen warned her about, her eyes darting everywhere. The nymph almost slipped when the ground began to shake and she saw and silhouette beneath the thin ice. She stood still for a moment before taking a step forward, only to be greeted by a long, jagged black... something that impaled through the ice right in front of her and could have pierced her head. And before she walked around it, another emerged by the side. The jagged rods seemed to actually be some sort of tentacles with small needles on them. Helga gasped as she witnessed the two slimy tendrils shoot at her, and she quickly ducked and avoided their wrath. But she was caught off guard when another emerged and tripped the witch, making her land on the cold ice beneath her.
Helga wiped her lip and growled, glaring at the enemies with no face. She got back up onto her feet, and without thinking twice, she skated her way out of the mess. She was... dancing. The nymph swayed her hips smoothly and twirled here and there, spinning on her feet like an expert. The tendrils followed her steps until they ended up in one huge coiled mess. Helga took advantage of them being tricked and rapidly skated out of the way and to the next destination.