The spike passed through Zellos as he laughed. "You think a mere wound is enough to kill me? I am a servant of he who rules over Death itself., I will not dishonour his name in that way."
'What? He's not dead?' Marcus thought, quickly turning around, just in time to see the metal spike he had intended as a finisher flying through the air towards him. 'Alright, there it is. I knew it wouldn't be easy.'
Rising to his feet, Marcus saw Zellos finish carving something into his hand. Instead of the green blood flowing out as he expected, the hand instead started to brightly glow a deep green colour.
"Children of Anar! Step forward, and do your duty!"
