Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30225761-20170210035134/@comment-29564364-20170214053636

(I doubt they would even have the time to react if I flew by at 124mph, but whatever.)

Because of my altitude and velocity, only three of them could reach me.

N.I.G.E.L.: "WARNING: three high-speed organic projectiles launched from ground level incomming!" (N.I.G.E.L. doesn't identify undead monsters as entities.)

Me: "Where?" I ask, as I fly straight through the first one, unmonsterized, and it shatters into pieces. "WHAT WAS THAT?!"

N.I.G.E.L.: "One of them."

Me: "Thanks for telling me early! Where are the others?"

Right as I asked, the second, also unmonsterized, grabs my right leg but the sudden acceleration dislocates it's arms and it is sent falling to the ground as its arm remains solidly gripped onto my ankle. On same time, the third one, monsterized and so less fragile and heavier, successfully latches on to my other leg, causing me to lose balance and sends me crashing down into and through the crest of a dune where I bounce off as the momentum carries me a couple tens of meters further where I finally end my course in the flank of another dune.

I get up and take a look around: the sandstorm is going away and the assailant is nowhere to be seen. I turn back on my sense of touch only to feel both hands still onto my legs. I effortlessly take off the first one, but the second one refuses to let go. I pull harder and harder on it, adding my telekinesis to my strength and end up pulling an entire skeleton out of the sand. Taken by surprise, I jump back and reflexively telekinetically blast her away back into the sand storm.

Me: "Odd... Wasn't the sandstorm going north?

N.I.G.E.L.: "Indeed. It seems to have changed direction."

Me: "That's not normal. If the wind drastically changes direction, the sandstorm should automatically subside and die off."

At the feet of the wall of sand, I see an army of skeletons rushing toward me.

Me: "Nope! I don't have time for this!"

My wings and jetpack sprout back and I take off again, this time flying at mach 3. I make it to the group in no time:

Me: "Guys, I think we have a problem here. See that?" I point the thick brownish beige line covering the horizon. "There's a (figuratively) sentient sandstorm housing an army of skeletons coming straight for us. My guess is that they are the ones generating and controling it to hide their presence and take unsuspecting travelers by surprise. But hey, it's just a theory. A SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS theory! Aaand cut. "

{AlphaTheHD: *facepalm* "That was aweful..."}

{Alpha: "Agreed. May this joke never see the daylight again." *extands hand*}

{AlphaTheHD: *shakes hands* Never ever again.}