Rampaging Chaos (Part 1)
"It's over." Dervalos the Blood Warlock said while looking at the bloody hands of the children the moment Vastor's body crashed against the ground.
They had held on to him with all of their strength but the violence of the impact had been too great and the friction with the metal of the Dominator armor had scraped their hands.
"Check that the fatass is dead while I take our quarry-" A wooden staff struck him in the middle of his eyes while a black-silvery dome formed around the children, sealing them from the rest of the world.
Yet it wasn't the hit that had cut Dervalos short so much as Gorlan the Nightwalker hitting him like a sack of bricks. The two undead tumbled onto the ground for one second before they managed to untangle their bodies and get back to their feet.
"I'm the one you want. Leave them alone." Zogar Vastor stood tall, his presence imposing despite his 1.55 meters (5'1") of height.