Nora Gainesborough (n_gainesborough) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-05-15 15:18:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | nora gainseborough |
Who: Nora (Narrative)
What: Killing demons
Where: The woods in Everett
When: Glory Day
Nora accepted the new about Glory finding her key with equanimity. After all, the woman was a hell god. The chances were slim that anyone would be able to keep anything from her for very long especially given the fact she had the power to suck people's brains out. The prospect of a bloody battle didn't bother her either. As if the daughter of Godric and sister of Eric could ever be anything but prepared for battle. Nora had seen more death, destruction and mayhem in her life than most would see in a thousand lifetimes. Let others wring their hands, shed their tears and kiss their loved ones goodbye. Nora armed herself with a pair of matching daggers given to her on her 100th birthday by Godric. She tucked one in her belt and slid the other inside her boot before pulling on her heaviest jacket. It wasn't kevlar and it wouldn't offer much protection against swords or knives but it was thick enough to protect against the assorted scrapes one usually got in battle.
She didn't make a point to seek out Eric, Pam or Tara before the battle. There was no point in it. Either they would all survive, some of them would survive or none of them would survive. No maudlin words beforehand would change any of those outcomes. Besides - they were descended of Godric and she fully believed in their line's ability to survive, endure and thrive. And in case they did get sucked into hell then all the worse for Glory because before the first week was over Nora had no doubt that she and Eric and his progeny would be taking over.
As prepared as she was going to be, Nora took to the air flying until she reached a small knot of demons. They seemed to have broken off from a bigger group and Nora swooped down on them at full speed with her blade in her hand. The first one fell with no effort but it attracted the attention of the other three. They were short, squat creatures with thick tusks protruding from their lower jaws and razor-like claws on the ends of their grotesquely long fingers. She felt a sharp jab in the back and cursed as her heavy coat turned out to be no protection at all. She drove her blade into the eye socket of one of the beasts straight through to its brain before twisting around, pulling the second blade out of her boot and using the two blades together to hack through the demon's neck, sever its spine and pop its head off like twisting off the top of a soda. When she finished with the demons, Nora reached a hand back and felt beneath her jacket and shirt. There was a long, deep gash but it would heal soon enough that she didn't bother to wrap it. There's no reveling in minor victories. She only takes the time needed to clean off her blades and take off into the sky again. The woods are lovely, dark and deep and everyone has miles to go before they sleep.