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K’tanya stood motionless before the mass of undead flesh as it ambled towards her with malevolent intent, seemingly of just one mind. Her normally honey colored eyes now blazed crimson, a color that matched the fire in her hair and gave warning to all that would heed. The undead however cared not for her reputation or her powers. They wanted only to feed, and she was only another meal in their mindless sight.
They would soon learn though, that some things are better left alone.
Raising her hands to the sky, K’tanya called out to the heavens above for the power to obliterate that which had DARED to try and destroy her world. A moment later, thunder cracked in answer to her summons, and lightning flashed down from the sky, lighting up the night as though it were high noon in the Sahara desert on the hottest day of the year.
The zombies, a slow moving mass of putrefied flesh and bone, didn’t stand a chance. Some where immolated on the spot as the lightning struck, while others caught fire and tried to continue on even as burning bits of their bodies fell behind them a piece at a time until there was nothing left to burn. Soon, all that was left of the army of undead was the stink of burning flesh and a black scoured place on the street.
Satisfied with her work, K’tanya lowered her hands and the storm passed by as though it had never been. She sighed and pouted slightly as she studied one of her hands, and the nail that had broken in the moments before she had called down her wrath upon the menace. If only the nail was as easy a fix as the so-called apocalypse.
They would soon learn though, that some things are better left alone.
Raising her hands to the sky, K’tanya called out to the heavens above for the power to obliterate that which had DARED to try and destroy her world. A moment later, thunder cracked in answer to her summons, and lightning flashed down from the sky, lighting up the night as though it were high noon in the Sahara desert on the hottest day of the year.
The zombies, a slow moving mass of putrefied flesh and bone, didn’t stand a chance. Some where immolated on the spot as the lightning struck, while others caught fire and tried to continue on even as burning bits of their bodies fell behind them a piece at a time until there was nothing left to burn. Soon, all that was left of the army of undead was the stink of burning flesh and a black scoured place on the street.
Satisfied with her work, K’tanya lowered her hands and the storm passed by as though it had never been. She sighed and pouted slightly as she studied one of her hands, and the nail that had broken in the moments before she had called down her wrath upon the menace. If only the nail was as easy a fix as the so-called apocalypse.
