Date: 2009-02-26 01:17 am (UTC)
Auria voiced her understanding and, with a sidesweep, dislodged a bug from the pack to attack it separately.

She didn't know if "the Mark" was the creature's actual title, or if it was just another word for "target".

That's kind of a stupid thing to worry about.

Yeah, I know, but it'll stick in my head and keep bothering me.

Look out; that thing's going for your leg.

I know.
Auria brought her hammer spiked-end down on the beast's face and watched it struggle. She moved back before letting the pressure off. The bug surged to its feet, but was extremely disoriented and soon fell back over.

An emptiness had taken over Auria, and she wasn't sure why. It made her turn away from the half-dead bug, lean on her hammer, and doze. Suddenly she was exhausted; she wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep. But then this Mark would come and she wouldn't be here to help.

Auria downed her only hi-potion and watched it stitch her scratches together and ease her bones. But though she pulsed with new energy, she still felt empty.

She turned around and crushed the bug's skull beneath her hammer.
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