| Viktor was almost finished with the archers in the forest, and his prey began running out of the treeline to join the battle in the path. Their bows were less useful in the closer range fight going on out there, but they had seen too many comrades yanked into the darkness to their obviously brutal deaths.
Viktor dropped to the ground behind a tree, on the other side about 6 feet away was one of the surviving archers, trembling with an arrow ready and pointed at the darkness of the woods. Viktor manifested the demon's arm and phased it immaterial, passing it through the tree and thrusting it at the man's face. The arrow was let fly and passed through the hand to embed in the tree, and val'Kishtar's hand became solid once more as it clamped down on the man's face, its breadth large enough for the grip to nearly encircle the archer's head. Once his prize was secured, Viktor pulled the arm back to him, the archer following until his face met the tree...and was skewered through the eye and skull by the arrow he had fired into the trunk.
As val'Kishtar's hand phased back through the tree and rejoined Viktor's hand, the smile that played over Viktor's face was not his own, but that of the demon within.
Silently, he moved through the trees to find another target. |