The Dark Ages [Dark Data]

[Okor]

Okor chuckled, hoisting his blade upon his back, fragments of broken bones shifting within his flesh as he moved. The Warlock was dead: An unfortunate occurrence, but with luck, their summoner would take notice and restore them. But that did not change the fact that they had fallen, that Nebula had presumed to take something from them. Its minions had sought to flee from their inevitable end, attempting to prolong it by a mere few agonizing moments.

There was no doubt in his mind that they would find and end the Centaur. It was already wounded, the scent of its blood still fresh, guiding his steps as he entered the shimmering portal, fangs gnashing together as he sought out the flesh of the foe.