No Rest For The Wicked

The Pronged Fiend raced through the Wilds. It had lived in these forests for most of its life, and it knew them by heart. Now, as an Undead, it didn't feel fatigue or exhaustion. It moved at a pace that its former living self could never have achieved, nor would have ever been capable of competing with.

Spike carried the TNT and Dave on top of its broad back with ease. Even with their heavy armor, weapons and accessories, it proved a little hindrance to the magnificent stag.

"How long?" Flanker asked.

"Not yet, it's only been half a day. Tengu, you see anything?" Dave shouted.

The flying Heavenly Dog replied in a rasping voice, "Ahead is nothing but death! Your Undead have wreaked havoc in this area of the Wild." the Tengu spoke, a sliver of pride in his tone.

"Yeah, the boyz are damn badass! Still, we need to be ready for anything. Keep your eyes peeled for any trouble."