goon squad

While Avorra showed annoyance, Nyllian chuckled dryly at the attempt, the sound uncanny and wrong. A general? Nyllian doubted it. The more time she spent with Death, uncertainty had crept further, deeper under her skin. While completely loyal to the one who’d freed her, their waning efforts were mounting.

Do as you will. It’s funny, that paper isn’t going to stop an arrow though. But don’t worry. I’ll put your corpse to use, scribe.

Turning to watch Avorra dance manically in the field, the duo was soon joined by the Revenant just as the mad witch below bellowed up. Well, wasn’t that just perfect. A private smile swept across her face, teeth flashing along with a light glow glimmering in her eyes. Within a moment the Revenant behind was levitating and moving ahead at a greater speed. Indeed, she’d call back. Let's spread some more terror. Hanging her head, Nyllian tilted and turned to look at Aloys. Need me to stay? Or will you be happy with an undead companion to mind your back… from arrows? Her chuckle was almost a cackle, complete with sinister undertones, How long will this report take?