Gustov-20

Bea, here, walking next to him! Gustov disciplined himself not to stare at the beauty. He activated [Burial], but focused it on his emotions. This was another one of the theoretical aspects. This probably wasn't the best situation to test it out in, but it would be better than staring like a love-struck wooze. He very suddenly needed to poop.

"Oh." Time was short.

The dig boy! Their guide was hanging back. Tess probably out-leveled the kid, but he was the only one with significant experience in Old Bones. "Cole, is there a place where I can go to the bathroom?"

"This is the dungeon, not a stroll in the park. You should have gone back at the gym. Go find a wall to piss on."

Gustov danced a little in place, as it was all that was holding it in.

"I see. Didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of the girls." Cole looked to Tess and lingered a little long on Bea with an extra sigh. "It's unlikely you'll be attacked even though we passed the start. Head back a little the way we came and make it quick."

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The shadows of the tunnel made the rest of the group disappear into the dark after a few steps, even as each had a personal glow stone to light the way. The darkness was a relief as Gustov dropped trow and squatted.

It was not a relief as the shambler lunged into the light. The modified undead, though it lacked skills, the rotting corpses were strong, quick, and had razor-sharp claws.

[Burial] wasn't up. Shit. Gustov shit himself, lucky to have his pants already down and in position. It's not like it took much. Mortification took over at the idea of how they'd find his body.

A body lunged even quicker than the shambler into his little bit of light, intercepting the attack.

Even in the loose second-hand clothing, Gustov could see perfection hiding in the curves of the clothes. Bea held the attacking zombie, one-handed, her fingers implanted around its sternum, keeping it at arms length. That didn't stop the shambler's deadly arms swinging in. With her free hand, Bea caught them in a blur, ripping off and tossing one, then the other, away like they were chicken legs to be pulled off.

"Inadequate. Lady White would never create such flawed beings. Function without beauty is a waste." She proceeded to rip the rest of the shambler into chunks like it was a paper doll.

Gustov hastily pulled up his pants. "Bea… I…"

"Your use of necromantic skills attracts the undead. Like a flower attracts a pollinator. Our group already has enough extra attention on it. We need to go now to help the others. It would be embarrassing for House White to suffer any harm under these circumstances. Please stay with the group if you choose to use your skills."

Gustov stumbled after her toward the sounds of combat, unable to shake the mortification gripping him.

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