Gorak ripped the spine out of a screaming paladin and tossed the gory trophy aside. He turned his crimson-glowing eyes toward the bubbling sinkhole of toxic Omni-Biomass sludge a half-mile away. The descended Blood-Mage struggled to levitate out of the trap.
The Grand Hemomancer's vessel hovered just above the highly corrosive industrial runoff. A swirling shield of stolen blood kept the acid from eating through his bones.
"Leave the meat to the mortars!" Gorak roared, slamming his Star-Iron gauntlets together to shower the mud with sparks. "That one smells like a false god! I want to see how much it bleeds!"
Iron-Scale landed silently on a spike of bedrock next to the Warlord. The Kobold Inquisitor wiped his scythe clean. The violet flame hissed against the rain of ash.
"Target is isolated," Iron-Scale hissed. "High regeneration. Standard lacerations will prove inefficient. We must dismantle the core structure faster than it can mend."
