With a mind filled with incomprehension, Constantine kept going onwards trying to find Zamira and Nia, not having a lot of progress.
The forest was gargantuan yet he failed to make contact with anything of interest. What he found whatever were those annoying fellows.
*BAANG!*
He landed heavily on one of them, three destroyed corpses lay nearby.
Constantine's claws clutched this man's neck relentlessly.
"In what direction do I find the town of loup." Those were his mere cold words.
All he received from this member of the Scarred cult was a spit of saliva on his cheek and a maniacal laugh.
"Our God won't let you off, we know who you are, punk... our strongest members are already hunting you down."
*CRUNCH!!*
His maw sought the man's neck, biting it harshly, he pulled the cartilage and it came loose like the pulp of a watermelon, washing blood all over his body.
