The ice revenant skidded across the forest floor thanks to wraith's mighty blow. The light flashing across his runic armour dimmed further, threating to go out entirely, he was truly hurt this time.
Horrible grinding and cracking sounds could be heard as the ice revenant struggled to pull himself together and stand once more. He had to use his great sword as a crutch, his legs no longer able to support his weight.
The ice revenant's flame wisp eyes flickered like an exposed flame in a breeze. He turned his head around, taking in the sights of the current battlefield.
Piles of boar and bat corpses could be seen strewn across the ground, partially submerged in puddles of red blood.
Lifeless orbs and silent heaps of runic armour could also be seen, the corpses of his revenant brothers and the frost elementals who made up the front lines.
