Gabrael
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Gabrael tried to take his mind of the pungient stench that seemed to follow them. He didn't have much of an idea what could be producing such a smell. It couldn't be undead, even zombies didn't smell that bad. It could probably be some sort of unearthly being. Gabrael's mind drew up a blank.
He wanted to get to his dorm before whatever it was showed itself. It wasn't because he left his swords there, but more because he was concerned about Morgaine's safety. He was more then capable enough to defend himself, even when he's unarmed.
The pair had just gone past the courtyard when the smell seemed to hit him ten fold. A loud, gurgling moan could be heard, accompanied by screams and shouts of surprise.
Whatever it was had shown itself.
The two spun around and headed for the courtyard. Their eyes widened at what they saw.
It resembled a large blob off greenish/brownish/blueish goo. It didn't seem to have any arms or legs, but it was pretty huge (Gabrael mentally wondered how it was able to hide itself). Gabrael could barely make out what was supposed to be a pair of eyes and a mouth. The eyes looked empty, except for an eerie yellow light. It was currently sitting in the middle of the courtyard.
Its 'eyes' fell on the pair and it let out a deep bellow, sending a blast of stench their way. Morgaine almost keeled over from the smell. Gabrael didn't show it, but the stench almost made him sick.
He could only come up with two things that this thing was. It was either a demon from the bowels of Hell, or a mutant from the toxic waste dump a few miles down the road.
The white haired man flashed Morgaine a bit of a smile.
"Well," he said, "You did say you wanted a fight."
Morgaine stared at him, shocked for a moment at how he could be so calm, but them smiled back. He was right. She wanted a fight and now she was going to get it.
Who wants to play 'whack the blob'?