Markos's muscles burned with each sword swing. Gnarled dirt stained claws raked against his armor, shredding his cloak into tatters as he deflected the blow. He buried his blade deep into his attacker. "Cae! I think it's about that time." He called over his shoulder with a grunt as he kicked the dessicated body away from him.
Caelyn slammed into his attackers, his armor clanged with the impact. "Yeah. It keeps coming back to that." He called back. "We can't let Vlad have all the fun."
Markos chuckled despite himself. "He's tapped out from the lack of flames."
Caelyn exhaled deeply, catching his breath before the next wave of undead attacked. "Well, what good is a blessing from the death goddess if we never use it?"
