[ Impaled on the blade, the zombie writhes on the deck, knocked prone and shrieking as it tries to drag the blade out of its body. Any contact with the blade sends more holy light shining from it, scorching skin and rotting flesh as it screams. ]
Pitiful creature. Be at peace.
[ Xenk closes the distance and buries his dagger in the monster's mouth, eyes glowing gold as his attack is followed by the golden light of Tyr -- the same holy energy bursting from within the creature till it burns to ash like the last.
Does it bother Xenk that the monsters bleed sluggish black blood over his hands as he pulls his swords up and combines them back together? Nope, it's all good. He's good. ]
Do you believe there may be more? This fog muddles my senses.
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Pitiful creature. Be at peace.
[ Xenk closes the distance and buries his dagger in the monster's mouth, eyes glowing gold as his attack is followed by the golden light of Tyr -- the same holy energy bursting from within the creature till it burns to ash like the last.
Does it bother Xenk that the monsters bleed sluggish black blood over his hands as he pulls his swords up and combines them back together? Nope, it's all good. He's good. ]
Do you believe there may be more? This fog muddles my senses.