In which the entire tower collectively goes OH SHIT

[tempustemporum]

Characters: The entire tower. PARTY POST.
Setting: Take a wild guess.
Format: Either or.
Summary: The tower has been reduced to one room, and it's chock full of monsters. Who you gonna call?
Warnings: Lots, the least of which being language...


[Well, ladies and gentlemen, shit dun hit the fan.]

[The tower has been condensed to one room with pretty much nothing in it. This post? Do whatever in it. General reactions. Go. ...As for Ienzo, he's just kind of sitting in the corner, head in his hands.]

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[guiltapalooza]

[Oh, are those zombies? One of them is suddenly and abruptly decapitated, head sliding off and falling to the ground with a thunk as if detached with an invisible blade.

Willow is standing several feet back, one hand raised, and breathing heavily.] This is starting to get annoying instead of frightening, [she announces, and she really does look frustrated.]

[fifty]

[America jerks instinctively at the zombie's sudden lack of head, given its lack of a clear source, until the girl speaks up.]

It's gotta stop eventually, right?

[He's grinning, but obviously tired.]

[guiltapalooza]

Don't even ask that question, [she answers wryly.]

What do you say we fight our way to a wall and take a breather? I think I need one.

[fifty]

Shouldn't take that long.

[America's still smiling, trying to be optimistic, as he starts punching his way toward the closest wall.]

[guiltapalooza]

I've faced worse, [she agrees firmly, and uses the thought to bolster herself.

Not a physical fighter in the least, Willow supplies magical support. She has to keep her distance so her powers don't go away, but in general she's comfortable and ready with instantaneous spells: enemies tripping, turning on each other, or suddenly going blind, and the like. Minor cantrips only, because she really is worn out.]