The Dead Want to Play

[Zeke Omoihake]

Zeke had been lost, almost entranced in the frantic movements of his psych power as image after image become imprinted in the air. Each one hung ominously, as if starring down Chika as more and more were created around her. Zeke could feel the pressure, the sense of an overload as he kept each image together. But at the same time he felt more at ease with ten, twenty paintings than actually bringing in even three or four objects to life at once.

Feeling his frustration leaving him his attention turned at last to the battle at hand. He saw Chika wince from something and decided it was now or never. "Sorry guys, I'm gonna do something stupid again. I'll leave this one up to you." His mind concentrated hard and unleashed everything at once. There was a burst of color and shapes; then silence, and whiteness. His body collapsed to the hard ground as his final attack came at Chika like a storm.

From all around the heavy bang of gunpowder sent cannonballs careening while a dozen arrows swarmed the sky. A red bull stampeded at Chika, knocking aside the ball of cards like paper mache to get to its goal. At last three heavy axes fell from the sky, rotating in a slow and deadly arc downwards. The objects flew haphazardly, most focusing on where Chika had been when they were created, yet as if urged on by the intent of Zeke's last strike a few flew true to their goal.

[chika]

'Great...just great...'

As Zeke's attack let loose, Chika watched carefully what came at her...which was very little, apparently. A bull she had to take another roll to avoid, and carefully steer clear of the axes flying overhead. Most of it was seemingly easy to avoid except for a few things.

She let out a single cry though through all of it. Besides the pain she'd somehow inflicted in her ankle from Donovan's attack, it appeared something else had managed to do even greater damage to her...though she herself hadn't been hit. Feeling a pain in her chest, Chika managed to come across her sword, almost as though it had been calling for her. She reached for it but upon picking it up realized a small stream of blood trickled from a chipped curve in the blade.

Odd. The sword was bleeding. She was hurting incredibly despite never actually being touched.

Okay, so something was very, very wrong. It was enough to officially creep Chika out. She glared back at the three men.

"Very good. Though whether you've realized it or not, you've given me exactly what I needed like the fools you are," she said, thinking quickly and giving a grin again, "you boys are all the same, so silly and think you've gotten everything all figured out. You know nothing..."

She rested a hand gently by her side, forming a couple of symbols with her fingers before a thick mist started to cloud the area around them. In mere seconds, all that had become visible was only a silhouette of Chika's figure.

However, a wonderful fake one. A dummy replica that stood there and waited for them to attack it again.

...the real Chika took off running. She had to get out of here, retreat to the castle perhaps, and report her findings.