The Western Mountains

[Shukuen]

Leets opted to continue waiting for the horde to reach the line dividing "close enough" to "THEY'RE EATING MY FACE!", since it seemed he lacked any method of combat to strike from a safe distance.

That, and as Mary had demonstrated, the alternative option available to him wasn't really all that effective.

So Leets watched - the Masamune shifting restlessly in his hands - and waited, and continuing to suffer under a slight inferiority complex.

[Dracos]

Leets didn't have to wait long, for soon the undead were clawing into his face... though he found his glowing blade to be of great help as each strike he made sliced through the bone as if it were soft cheese rather than hard bone.

Dracos

[Shukuen]

Caught off guard, a small corner of his mind marvelled at the ease his blade was slicing through his undead opponents, while the rest was screaming choice insults about demon gods, their parentage, and likely bed choices.

As a result of nearly losing his face (and the head it was attached to), Leets strikes started as mostly instinctual, before he shifted to match the frantic pace of combat against overwhelming odds.

[Olvelsper]

Jan invoked his power once the undead drew close, the resulting transformation blowing the skeletons away. He continued attacking with the extended reach of his punches, unleashing pressure attacks as he shifted about in a boxing stance.

[Dracos]

The lion turned back towards them, almost on the other side of the horde as he roared, charging ahead.  The undead were seemless though, pressing in unheeding as sword and fist and lightning smashed into them, for each that died, another took it's place, twisting and ripping it's way from the ground.

Lightning and thunder lit the darkness as they could hear the epic struggle going on behind them, the two gods battling the menace still cloaking itself as an old man.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

Jan moved to cover the lion as he unleashed his fist into the earth, sending more of the undead soaring as he cleared a path for the others. He paid attention to where the sounds of combat were most heated, but didn't let them distract him as he tried to carve out a path for the others.

[Shukuen]

Thrust, parry, slash. The Masamune hummed though the air, almost rhythmically, as Leets tried to stay ahead of the ever growing horde. A distant corner of his mind acknowledging Jan and the Lion's actions in clearing a path, but the majority of his attention was on the army around them.

"Why won't they stay DOWN!" he growled, slashing visciously and cutting a trio of skeletons surrounding him.

[Merc]

Given its success, Felix continues tossing out lightning as much as he can, continuing to focus on the skeletons and hoping to wittle down as many as he can so Jan and Leets hopefully don't need to worry about the skeletons...well, more than already anyhow.

[Dracos]

Through might and magic the willful heroes smashed back the skeleton hordes, Jan striking at the ones near the lion as he rushed through, getting to the other side and giving a loud roar as he stood near the path down the mountain.  Felix's lighting cleaved through skeleton after skeleton and while the hordes seemed nigh endless, to his magic they fell like swathes of wheat before the reaping blade of a farmer.  Leets made himself counted as his magic blade let him strike down the skeletons and his quick feet kept him away from harm as tiring as it was.  In the back next to Felix, Mary let off a number of shots, but had no greater luck than Jan had earlier, his bullets seeming to come to little effect against these fleshless foes.

Dracos

[Shukuen]

"Guys!" High block. "As much as being the-" Parry, reverse slash. "-hero is great and all, but aren't-" Stab, then kick off. "-we biting off a bit much this ti - SOD IT ALL!"

Snarling, Leets stomped on a detached arm that persistantly tried to squeeze the feeling out of his leg, and kicked the annoyance towards the head of a distant zombie.

[Olvelsper]

The golem swung with its long arms, mowing any skeleton in his path as he continued opening up a path for everyone to retreat through.

[Merc]

"What else can we do? We can't just wade through them either!" Felix yells in reply to Leets as he continues his volley of spells against the seemingly endless army, taking a second to check on what Origin and dragon-Fizban are up to.

[Dracos]

Glancing back, Felix saw a tremendous bolt of darkness fly out, twisting and ripping at their shinning draconic ally.  A sort of dual image now simmering forth around the elder, a large being somewhat humanoid but with many sharp and angular markings.  The elder's shadow seemed to be trading blows with Origin as lightning struck out at him only to be brushed away and returned with blades of darkness rising from it.

Dracos

[Shukuen]

"Jus' follow the conveniently mobile man-tank!" Leets said in response to Felix, then put action into his words as he moved to cover Jan and keep the golem from being swarmed.

[Dracos]

And so the crew followed Jan, managing a brief path through the hordes, though they quickly followed, the lion roaring and leading down what looked like a shattered wreck of a path.

Dracos