"Like hell, I will!" Nishkca exclaimed, wanting to inform the rest of his contingent about the intruders.
Ashton's crimson eyes followed Nishkca as the Xyran tried to flee the room, his heart pounding with fear and desperation. But the zompirewolf was not one to let his prey escape so easily.
"This fucker... why do they always try to delay the inevitable?"
[Try snapping like the purple guy, he said he was inevitable too.]
"What purple guy?"
[Nothing... focus on catching the bastard!]
"Keep talking shit, and you'll become a lady magnet... to repel them."
[Bitch-]
"Shh... let me focus."
With a swift gesture, he summoned Sven and Atlas, his shadowy summons, to intercept Nishkca.
Sven emerged from the darkness, his tall and imposing figure casting an eerie silhouette against the dim light of the mist-filled room. He moved with inhuman speed, blocking Nishkca's path with his massive form.Β