Secrets of the Raven
As Kyle was acting like an action hero, actually he was more if a video game protagonist at the moment, Elizabeth held her knife as she bent her back to dodge a swipe from one of the dolls armed with a retractable, enlarged, crude saw blade. Nearly being sliced by the blade as it was just inches away from slicing her. Elizabeth straighten her back and stabbed the doll on its chest, the porcelain exoskeleton shattering as the cursed blade easily cut through it and the shuriken, mummified, heart being pulled by necromantic magic and artificial demon blood. As the heart gave out from both the damage and curse the doll fell over, giving the witch time to examine the blade the doll tried to kill her with.
The rusty blade serrated teeth were a jagged and broken mess due to constant years of abuse, the fact that it was already made of low quality steel only help accelerate its ruin. Demonic sigils were etched to the blade to give the blade a much needed magical life extension to its cutting power and durability.
If there was one positive thing Elizabeth can say about demons was that they were a resourceful lot; they would take even pieces of junk and find a way to turn it something useful for them. Too bad that good demonstration of demonic engineering and resource management was trying to gut her up.
Another doll noticed Elizabeth and it began to run towards her, the witch stayed her ground as she held her knife in a defensive position. When the doll was close it rose its arm up high, it too holding an identical saw blade, and brought down the blade to carve Elizabeth in two but the witch quickly jumped to the left to dodge the attack, rolling on the ground and stopping when she had one knee on the ground and had another foot firmly on the stone floor. As the doll turn to face Elizabeth the witch got up and ran away from the demonic automata.
Digging through her purse she took out a cigarette that she exchanted just encase she would need some quick firepower. Placing it between her lips she took out her zippo and lit it. The witch muttered a few words as she chanted, making her mind focus on her spell than anything else, even the doll chasing her.
Elizabeth would only stop running when her chanting was close to being finished. As she turn to face the doll she gave it a bored look as she took her cigarette out of her lips and began to trace a rune on the air with the heated end. "Ansuz!" She shouted. From her eyes the rune she drew on the air burned brightly for a few seconds before the doll's heart spontaneously combust into flames, the thaumaturgical flames quickly spreading throughout its body as it tried to put out the flames.
With the doll preoccupied with the fire Elizabeth was ready to begin to unleash one of her trump cards but another doll with a large drill based weapon saw her and began to run towards her with the drill spinning rapidly. Elizabeth quickly took out a necklace with a jade crystal and held it in front of the doll as she began to chant, performing several gestures with her free hand.
Yet the spell seem to have come too late to matter as the drill tore through Elizabeth's chest, piercing her heart and bursting out from the other side as torn pieces of her jacket, dress, and blood exploded out of her spilled on to the floor. The witch's wide eye looked at the doll as she coughed out blood, the cigarette she held fell off her lips as she began to grasp for air. She weakly tried to reach for the doll's neck to strangle it but she stopped as the doll grabbed her and shoved the drill even deeper through her body, the spinning metal pulverizing and shredding more of her flesh and bones, more blood spilling out from the witch.
Elizabeth threw up more blood as her vision began fade as the doll violently pushed the drill out of the witch, letting the dying witch fall to the ground. The doll watch as the motionless witch slowly perish before it, a crimson pool of her life fluid forming around her as life finally faded from her green eyes. Looking down at the broken and lifeless mage the doll form a fist and placed it on its chest, almost as though it was giving the dead mage a respectful salute.
As the doll turned around it thought of killing Zelena to take yet another magic user from the group. It before it can even begin its search for the Wicked Witch of the West the doll's mask-like face would be shattered as a curved, serrated, ebony blade cut through it and stabbed deep into the brain. The blade would cut all the way from its face to neck until it finally ended on the chest where it would be pulled out and stabbed back in to pierce the doll's heart. The doll would kicked on the stomach and it would fall on where Elizabeth's body was, the spot now devoid of a body and blood.
"If you were just a bit closer when you saw me you might have gotten me before I could have finish my spell and dodge your attack. But lady luck was on my side today, better luck next time you wanker." Elizabeth told it, the enchanted cigarette still burning and being held by her lips, with the bloody knife held by her right hand and the necklace on the other. Elizabeth arranged the necklace so it was warped around her hand but she wasn't holding it so she can hold her cigarette.
Looking at one doll that was taking aim at Jackie with a heavily modified bolt action rifle Elizabeth repeated the same chanting and drew the same rune with her cigarette, the doll bursting into flames once she was done. "You owe me one Jackie." The witch shouted as she took a drag in her now increasing shrinking cigarette. Elizabeth only had one more use before it was worthless to her. The witch turn to the doll that she tricked into believing that it killed her. "Well not the most ideal thing to work with but blood is blood." Elizabeth walked to the body and knelt down next to it, putting away the necklace in her purse as she used her now free hand to grab the hilt of her knife, raising her blade up in the air and plunging it down to the doll's abdomen, slicing all the way down and cutting it open.
She struggled to pry open the exoskeleton, putting in every ounce of her strength that her arms had to make the armor budge, which it did albeit slowly. Once the exoskeleton was open just enough for the witch to see inside she stuck her hand inside and began to take out both organs and pieces of machines. She was glad to be wearing gloves at this moment. With the machine parts she began to trace the lines and symbols of a magic circle with an outer array of runes and sigils, both outside and inside the circle. Some of the organs were also arranged around the circle with a few inside the circle at the center while most was just used to give the machine pieces Elizabeth was using to have more blood to finish her grisly work, a few like some organs seem to be needed components for her ritual as they were both out and in the circle.
Elizabeth performed her grabbed the shrinking cigarette as she watched her finished work. She perform the final spell with it and the machine parts and organs outside of the circle combust into flames, the runes and sigils inside the magic circle protecting the few within from the effect of the spell.
The witch stepped inside the circle and as she began to walk both counterclockwise in the circle,chanting for the various supernatural powers to be banished so not to interfere with her ritual, tracing symbols on the air with her pointer finger; the witch ignored the dolls trying to shoot her with their repeater rifles as the runes conjure a protective ward that ensure their bullets never touch her. Elizabeth thrust her hands above her head and shouted for the spirits of the deceased dolls to return from the underworld and obey her commands.
The bodies of the deceased dolls began to go through violent seizures, their souls trying to reconnect with their bodies. The dolls would slowly begin to rise from the ground, well those that can still stand anyway. With the dolls looking at their former comrades they all began to attack them. Elizabeth fell on to her knees and placed her hands on the ground, breathing heavily as she tried to fight back exhaustion.
"Bloody hell, maybe doing a mass summoning wasn't a good idea." She looked at the dolls now fighting against each other. It might not have been a good idea to have done that this early on but it should help even the odds somewhat right now.
