So turns out I have ADHD. Should have seen that one coming. I've been bouncing around projects for years, and now I'm medicated, so I'll be focusing on projects that I care about more! So not this. I might actually just use this as a bit of a dev log, because I'm making a shit game, like everybody nowadays. Either way, here's a three year old writing attempt that I """finished"""
Wilhelm let out a battle cry, smashing his mace into the exposed leg of the undead brute. Bone cracked, but the leathery skin bolstered by reanimation left the zombie unfazed, hammering down two of five fists into his shielded left side. The kite shield folded. He stumbled backward, but before the beast could grapple him, Omah finished chanting and threw her hands forward. Stone tiles melted as they transmuted into bubbling quicksand that the zombie sunk several feet into. The lopsided creature kicked forward, sending sand into the air as it stepped out of the pit as though it never existed.
Tossing the ruined shield aside, Wilhelm hopped back to avoid a trio of hands prepared to rip him limb from limb. He swung with two hands against the reaching fingers, destroying three and twisting a fourth a hundred twenty degrees backward. The limb was still dangerous as a club yet slightly less fatal without the ability to grasp. Omah shouted once more, an earthen bear trap clamping down on the brute’s calf. The attack broke skin, allowing oozing pus's slow escape. The monster reached down and grabbed its mangled leg, ripping it free from the trap by degloving everything below the knee. Vile tar-like magic visibly pooled atop the bones to let the five-armed abomination stand. Wilhelm smiled, knowing a wound like that would slowly drain power until the foul creature depleted its fuel and returned to being a corpse.
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Unfortunately, the brute seemed to recognize this fact as well and was determined to take two others down with him. With speed unbefitting its stature, it lunged at Omah, forcing Wilhelm to tackle her out of the way. They slammed into the ground, knocking the wind out of Wilhelm as the zombie stomped. Omah’s foot was crushed as she screamed in agony, causing waves of rocky spikes to thrust from the ground into both Wilhelm and the monster. With large pillars stabbed through its chest and arms, the beast struggled to bring its strength to bear, unable to smash through the rock. Wilhelm was not much better. A spike reached up through his abdomen with the bloody tip visible on the other side. Struggling through the pain, he pulls a healing potion from his belt and drinks. He would probably live. Even if it still stood, the beast’s death warrant was sealed. Omah stared at the ceiling, crying from pain, but another healing potion slowly soothed her. At least the fight was over.
