| Griffinhart stepped out into the night and trailed Balthizar. Something was wrong this night. Well, something was always wrong every night, but somethig infernal was afoot this time around. He stayed in the shadows, not knowing exactly what to do, but he knew that he was bound to Dragonis, and Dragonis was on the move; Balthizar followed, and so Griffinhart trailed the trailer. It was not soon before he saw the field of corpses, the demoness, and the stumbling, shambling Torque. Balthizar called out, but his words were lost to the warrior, who only heeded the voice in his mind.
"Loooooovely, dear Brother... a field of corpses. Reminds me of the time we fought on the Abbysinai Plains. Not a tree stood and not a heart beat after you had let me have my fun."
He ignored it and moved on, behind Balthizar. "You know them better than I. Attend to them as best you can, and I shall see to the victims." THe warrior continued on, not waiting for a reply. Perhaps there was still a survivor, someone he could save... but, from the gore that spattered the area, Griffinhart would be hard-pressed to find anything larger than a limb.
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure |