Rather than continue fucking around with the sword, she resorts to extreme measures. She has experimented enough with ground-ripping to know how, and that she can do it, and that it really does a number on her already oversensitive ground - but if ever there was a time for it, 'surrounded by walking corpses' is that time. She targes a chunk of the nearest walking corpse's spine just below its head, and an instant later that piece crumbles to grey dust and she is metaphysically splattered with a tiny bit of horrible-walking-corpse essence. Ow.
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Rather than continue fucking around with the sword, she resorts to extreme measures. She has experimented enough with ground-ripping to know how, and that she can do it, and that it really does a number on her already oversensitive ground - but if ever there was a time for it, 'surrounded by walking corpses' is that time. She targes a chunk of the nearest walking corpse's spine just below its head, and an instant later that piece crumbles to grey dust and she is metaphysically splattered with a tiny bit of horrible-walking-corpse essence. Ow.