As Petey chats away about everything he'd observed, the budding seeds of his spontaneous tangents only carefully clipped back into place by Shaa's insistence, all Einheria can think to do is listen carefully, glancing back over her shoulder down the corridor of the labyrinth around them. Surely enough, past a few of the winding walls, only visible if she stands at a specific spot and squints, is a pile of crates, a makeshift fortress meant to serve as their final adversary's shelter-- all that remains now is to hunt him down.

"Thank you very much for your aid," she says kindly, turning toward the partridge still flitting about in the air. It is only right to offer him such gratitude; he's been a vital part in keeping communications steady for this defense, after all! "Both Sir Shaa and I offer the depths of our appreciation."

Her easy, sweet smile quickly shatters, reforged into a look of determination as soon as she swivels to face the Fabled Necromancer's Cruel Fortress, her glaive held tightly in both hands. She's just about to go skating off again when Shaa reaches into his magic bag, producing a... woven basket? She blinks, the shards of her stalwart will crumbling just so as she leans in, curiously lifting the cloth covering the contents, but a burst of sparkles ignites in her eyes as soon as she glances over the contents.

There's all manner of things-- carefully-kept meat, some sliced and beautifully prepared vegetables and fruits, bread, a bit of cheese, some covered bowls of what she presumes might even be soup, all nestled around two glasses and a bottle of glistening blueberry wine, the indigo liquid sloshing around within the tinted glass. It's quite the arrangement, really, but she's not sure how it may help...

...Until she gets an idea.

Einheria cannot help but smile as she reaches for the wine, digging her nail under the seal and prying it away so she can unfasten the lid. She reaches for one of the glasses, pouring some of the contents into it and handing it to Shaa with a bright smile, before eagerly tipping the rest of the bottle to her lips and clearing it of its contents, happily making short work of every drop of blueberry wine left within it. As soon as it's gone, she eyes the bottle carefully, before taking the neck in both hands and smashing the base of the bottle against the wall, a wild look rising in her eyes as soon as she's left with a half-shattered bottle.

"Sir Shaa," she says, perhaps just a little too eagerly. "I have forged a new weapon."

Once again she clicks her heels together, offering a bright smile to her companion as she starts to skate forth, waiting for him to follow along.

"Come along! We shall make short work of this necromancer!"

As Shaa watches Snowy down the bottle of wine and smash it into a weapon, a thought crosses his mind. He can’t help but think back to earlier this evening when this shy woman was hanging quietly back in the corner, a wisp of falling snow. She had been hanging out with him for like 8 hours and in the course of that:

• Got Drunk (twice)
• Cart Raced
• Broke into a warehouse 
• Beat up several mercenaries 
• Stole a shipment of goods 
• Burned down said warehouse 
• Started a zombie outbreak
• Aided in the accidental forced imprisonment of a guy who still needs to use the bathroom 
• Aided in rearranging city planning
• Colluded with a magical being
• Made a make shift shiv
• Aided in extreme shenanigans

Shaa couldn’t help but wonder if he was a bad influence on her. Nah, it’s fine. They would go get tattoos and have a good laugh about it later. Shaa shoveled down a small blueberry pie from the magical basket and ran to catch up. For the kids!

Fortunately for Shaa, his long strides allows him to catch up fairly quickly. With Petey leading the way, the soon make it to the spot he had mentioned. Sure enough, barely hiding behind some old wooden barrels was the same Necromancer from the warehouse. Who are you people? He scowled. Just a couple of jolly people spreading holiday cheer.  Stepping from behind the barrels, the Necromancer starts making hand signs. You don’t fool me. You are just a couple of monsters and I’m sending you back to the black abyss you came from.

Ughh he was one of those guys. You hang out with corpses and we are the monsters? Whatever. Bring it spooky. Let’s end this. 

It turns out that perhaps drinking an entire bottle of wine on the spot was perhaps not the best idea.

In stark contrast to the cocktail Shaa had given her earlier, the effect of the wine feels almost immediate, her mind quickly becoming a spiral of chaos and clouds as soon as she takes off in the direction of the crate fortress. There's an edge of lightheadedness dancing around the edges of her mind, but she pushes it to the side, choosing to focus on the glee undercutting her thoughts instead-- she and Shaa have led a successful defense mission, and they are about to close it out with an assault on a wicked necromancer...! This is a wild story they have somehow breathed life into together, and they are at the center!

She giggles to herself, spinning around on her skates as they move forward, waving her wine bottle weapon around, the motion graceless-- she catches herself before she can fall, but oh, her usual smooth grace is already slipping. It's alright, though! Who needs it?!

As soon as they approach the Wicked Crate Stronghold, she quickly angles her skates to stop, yelping as she almost collapses onto the cobblestones, swaying slightly before she manages to click her heels together and retract the skates once more. She glances up at the Foul Necromancer with hazy eyes, brow furrowed as she assesses him, lips pursed in what almost looks like a pout instead of a look of contemplation before her eyes light up once more. She points forward with her free hand, brandishing her wine bottle in the other, pride springing to life in her voice as she speaks.

"Sir Shaa and I are here to bring radiant joy to the people!" she chimes, the syllables only slurring just so. "And we shall not allow you to stand in our way, Foul Necromancer-- your reign ends tonight! Merry Winter's Crown!"

As soon as the words leave her lips, she places a hand against the ground near the necromancer's feet, ice blooming from her touch [1], the cobblestones growing frigid and slippery beneath him as she charges forward, sliding against the ice with a shrieked giggle. She only barely manages to catch herself as she crashes against a crate, vaulting herself off of it so she can slide back toward the necromancer, swiping at him with her wine bottle shank as she slides on by, another giggle leaving her as she slips by.

"Yourrr reign of undead terror ends tonight...!"

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[1] Ice Over

Shaa momentarily considers the wisdom of running out onto an ice patch with a drunk broken bottle wielding ice dragon who is trying to stab a Necromancer. Any rational fighter would not have even considered it. Then again, this Necromancer had really pissed him off tonight and absolutely deserved getting a free face rearrangement. Before he could decide, the Necromancer finished his hand signs, sparking an eerie glow about him. Flanking him off to one side, a ghoulish apparition appeared. He was the size of a normal man but that is were the similarities ended. He had deathly pale skin and hollow eyes. He was bald and gaunt, wearing a full black formal suit that looked like it had been buried for years and dug back up. He wore no shoes showing overgrown yellow toe nails that curved about his toes. 

Meet my minion Damian. Damian…dispatch the Minotaur. With frightening speed, the ghoul rushed at Shaa, reaching for his throat. Luckily, Shaa still had his light infused earth aura up. Shaa managed to grab the creatures arm before he grabbed his throat but he was barely keeping him at bay. The creature was unnaturally strong and continued on. Even with the earth aura dissolving the creatures arm and face, it still seemed unfazed by the passive assault. His fingers wiggled as he pressed his assault forward. Determined little guy aren’t you? Shaa held on with one hand and jammed his other thumb into the fiends shoulder. He attempts to crush the creatures scapula. Even as he presses against him and he can hear bone and sinew disengage, the creature pushes on. Well this sucks…

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Eath Aura
hands are weapons
Light Damage, turn 3
Force of Nature
Necromancer- Summon Minion- attack

There is the distant sound of bones cracking to life somewhere, a vivid, eerie green light bursting into being behind Einheria, haloing her in some sickly viridian glow, but she barely pays it any mind-- how could she, when she's still trying to manage to stay properly on her own two feet? Ordinarily the ice is her domain, the smoothness of it her sanctuary, but it has betrayed her in this moment, unwilling to let her settle, unwilling to let her find stable ground. She rocks in place, trying to find a decent position where her legs won't give out from underneath her, her hands still wound tightly around the neck of the shattered bottle in her hands.

The Foul Necromancer looks deeply, deeply unimpressed with her-- he slips, just so, every few seconds, the slipperiness of the ice beneath his feet an annoyance, but it is hardly the grand assault Einheria had hoped it might be. It is clear from the look in those hollow eyes that this villain does not take her even remotely seriously; his attention primarily lies on Shaa, on commanding some wretched henchman to try and dissuade his attacks. The wizard of the damned barely spares her a second glance.

Well. That is his mistake.

Einheria glances about, disoriented but oh-so-determined, wavering for a moment before her eyes land on her prize-- a bone, solid but not unbreakable, cast aside in the midst of the chaos, a remnant of one of the Foul Necromancer's wretched minions. An impish giggle spills from her lips as she slides toward it, quickly lifting it into hand and snapping off the edge until it, too, is sharp as a rapier-- and then she promptly lobs it at the Foul Necromancer's feet.

She has to stifle another laugh at the confusion that flashes across his face, the disbelief etched into the wrinkles of his gaunt features.

Oh, today he will learn that Einheria Idunn Vaetki, daughter of Nithoggr, is not one to underestimate.

"En garde, Foul Necromancer," she slurs, brandishing her makeshift shift with all the grandiosity of a heroine with a blade, a wry smile on her lips as she stares him down. "Youuuu think you can get away with playing games with Death-- todayyy is the day I introduce you to Him properly."

"You... cannot be serious," the Foul Necromancer says slowly, pausing, like he can't believe what he's about to get dragged into.

"I am! Now draw thy weapon and fight!" Einheria practically sings, legs crossed, back straight, her posture as steady as it can be in all her tipsiness. She does not move, a music box figurine frozen in place until the tune begins, waiting for the necromancer to pick up the bone-- and as soon as he does, she clicks her heels together, and the story begins anew. [1]

She is not skilled with a blade; her specialty lies with polearms, with something solid, a shield and a blade in one form. But courage burns in her veins, in her stomach, fire flowing readily with the ice she was born with, and it commands each reckless slash of her wine bottle shiv, every strange and wild parry, every clash of jagged glass against broken bone. It feels glorious, watching the necromancer's bafflement-- it feels glorious, rather than ridiculous, to dance in this strange and wild fight with a wizard of the damned.

Einheria lets out a wild, cacophonous laugh as she dips low, slashing the bottle in a clean sweep at the necromancer's ankles, giggling all the while as he goes down-- a clean hit! How lovely, how heroic!

"That issss what you get-- for underestimating me," she says cheerfully, the syllables slurred. "Sir Shaaaaa~! Victory shall be oursss! Their empire burns with him!"

Mafs manstic…Shaa struggles to say as the dark minion continues to try and strangle him. It seemed the harder that Shaa pressed on him, the harder and harder the dark suited minion pressed back. It was as if he was using his own strength against him. If he didn’t change it up soon, this could be a real problem. There almost seemed to be no stopping him.

Shaa changed his grip and went after it’s arm directly, breaking it at the elbow. To his surprise, no matter how many bones he broke, all of the pieces of the foul revenant seemed bent on killing him. He would be impressed with the zeal if it wasn’t for the fact he was in the middle of getting murdered. Shifting his weight, Shaa leans back and, placing his hoof on the wraiths chest, falls backwards and catapults the fiend into the wall. Slamming into the solid wall with a clack of bone, the minion simply reassembles and goes after him again.

As it approaches him, Shaa hits him across the face with a solid backhand. It’s head spins several times around and around its spine until it’s bony fingers reach up and put a hard stop to the spinning. After it’s head is steady, it again reaches out to try and strangle the frustrated Minotaur. Ok buddy, so you want to play rough do you? You want to see what happens when you get on my bad side? Do you?? Shaa reached over and grabbed the minion directly in his gaunt face. Dragging it over to the end of the nearest wall, Shaa jams his head flat against the rough wall and starts running, keeping the head pressed against the wall. As he does, the minions head leaves a bloody streak on the wall as it’s head is roughly worn down like an overused erase. Back and forth Shaa runs along the wall until nothing is left but a flat stump on top of his neck. When the minion is no longer moving, Shaa tosses the body in a heap off to the side.

Looking back, Shaa can see the Necromancer looking defeated at Snowy’s feet. Only question now was what to do with him? Shaa walks over and picks the Necromancer up by the neck. Checking for witnesses, he stamps on the ground, opening up a hole, into which he drops the Necromancer and seals him back up again. Annnd that’s all for him. 

Shaa unsummons the wall maze ( much to the relief of a certain merchant who really needed to pee) and watches as Petey comes to report. Hey boss…and pretty lady.. Petey.. ahem Nick and crew are back and waiting for you at the warehouse. Apparently they are almost ready to start delivering.

Shaa looks over at Snowy and smiles. You about ready to put a cherry on this night or what?

END

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Force of Nature
Soil Surfing 
Iron Grip