With Adam slipping into unconscious, he wouldn't last much longer and not one to waste his food Frost raised his glaive up high and slashed downward, separating Adam's head from his shoulders with a single swing, a quick and efficient killing.
"Really gotta appreciate the workmanship of that old dwarf, even after all the punishment this glaive's endured it's still razor sharp." Frost marvelled at the quality of his glaive. He then took a deep breath and relaxed is overtaxed body.
The mass of DP generated by Adam's death then flowed into his body, it was of an even higher quality than that of Shadow's, the feeling was intoxicating, his body became numb. Letting gravity take over he fell onto his back and lay there for the next 20 minutes recuperating from his many wounds as well as basking in the high of the of high quality DP influx.
