If nothing else, Cassandra's bellowing and charging had gotten the attention of the undead horde. Their shambling towards the temple was quickly redirected to the amazonian warrior assaulting them, one undead soldier in particular making an effort to grab her. He was rewarded for his efforts by a sword that cut through his neck with a sickening crunch, causing the head to roll off to the side, glowing eyes turned dark.
She had winced, expecting blood to splatter, but there was nothing save rotting skin and bones. Any liquid had dried out long ago - at least that was less of a mess she'd have to deal with. Wiping some of the dust off on her leather skirt, she charged at another pair, a fist going into the jaw of one as her sword sunk into the other's skull. The punched zombie's head managed to do nearly a full 360 before she ripped the sword from her deceased enemy's skull and impaled the bastard on it.
All the commotion had truly gotten the horde riled up, and she no longer had to advance to them. Easily half a dozen screeching undead charged at her at once, all from different angles. She was trying to figure out what to do when a certain voice resounded in her skull. "Protector, if you'll allow me to take charge for a moment!"
"Yeah fuck it why not!" She hadn't even finished shouting when the sword was moving of its own accord, flying through the air as she merely held on. As soon as the zombies had closed within range, the sword went in a full whirlwind, circling around to slice off the heads of each attacker before they could close in. If it hadn't been so dizzying, Cassandra genuinely would have been amazed.
Alright, good to know, the sword was not just a shouting jerk. It stopped dragging her along, allowing the redhead to swing around and slice another zombie in half, clean down the middle. She left the sword in his body momentarily so that she could grab two zombie heads, smashing them together before grabbing the sword back up and slashing at another trio, severing their arms and sending them staggering backwards.
As she closed in to lop off their heads, she had to admit something. "This is.... fucking... fun!" There was something delightful about the visceral sensation of her metal sword cleaving through the crumbling undead, of monstrous bones crushed under her immense strength. She lost herself in the fluid motions of battle, half imitating every swordfight she'd ever seen in a movie or game, and half letting the sword do as it pleased. Without the barrage of confusing shouts, she had to admit, they made an excellent duo.
She only felt the surging adrenaline begin to drop as she realized there were no more moans, no more angry screeches. Just the stillness of the night and the sound of her own breathing. For a moment she stood there, panting in silence among the horde of bodies, only turning when she heard Elizabeth's soft footsteps approaching... and dozens of other soft footsteps behind her.
"...oh shit."
Her eyes grew wide as she saw the mob of people pouring out of the temple. Not zombies, but woman - gorgeous woman, none quite so beautiful as Elizabeth, but damn close. Some wore robes like her companion, others wore armor more akin to what Cassandra donned; they were all approaching, and quickly busied themselves with dragging away corpses as Elizabeth hugged her.
"My Lady, I knew the sword made the right choice for a Protector!" She squeezed the amazon tight, leaning down to place a kiss on her bosom that made Cassandra momentarily blush. She slipped one arm around the smaller woman, holding her close, but her eyes never veered away from the mob of strange, appealing women.
Elizabeth seemed to notice where her gaze had wandered, and quickly offered an explanation. "Ah, yes! The temple priestesses and guards, My Lady. They maintain the grounds and handle... smaller threats, ones below your might." Smirking, she reached up to play with some of those red locks. "And... they are more than happy to provide the Protector with any service she desires."
She swallowed audibly. "Uh... good to know." Christ. She had a harem on top of everything. Not that she was complaining, mind, but with this island it seemed like it was just one thing after another. "So... Nazis."
Looking down as they walked back to the temple, Cassandra found her companion's expression turning slightly more grim. "Indeed, My Lady. They sent a small fleet here, hoping to take the fountain for themselves. I was sent to sabotage them, and..."
She trailed off and sighed quietly. "I... the last Protector, and I... we trapped them here, as these... husks... but..." Cassandra could've sworn she saw tears forming in the succubus' eyes. "...you saw the skeleton, I'm sure."
Without another word, Cassandra stopped dead in her tracks. There was no hesitation as she reached down, hugging Elizabeth tight - not so tight as to break her, but tight enough to ensure she felt comforted. Safe. "I bet she was a total badass."
Elizabeth sniffed. "A... bad... ass." She seemed not to recognize the term - it occurred to Cassandra that this made sense, given how long she had probably been on this island. Still, she seemed to at least understand the context. "...yes. She was. And you... you are also... a bad ass."
A little laugh left the redhead's throat as she picked up the smaller woman entirely, briefly placing a kiss on her lips before proceeding back to the temple. "Yeah, well, I'm a tired badass. You've got a bedroom in this place?"
She nodded. "We've prepared a royal bedroom for you, my Lady," she affirmed, giving one of Cassandra's slender-yet-defined biceps a squeeze. "The finest you shall ever sleep in."
"I bet." She gave Elizabeth one final kiss before heading up the steps. This had been a whirlwind of a day, and as much as she had enjoyed most of it... god help her if she wasn't exhausted right now. Even with a gorgeous body like Elizabeth's in her arms, all she could think about was the sweet comfort of a long, long sleep.