They watched as Sebastian waded into the water, unbothered by the fangeds that lurked beneath the water's surface. The Marauders followed at a safe distance, their progress slowed by the need for stealth but still behind their target.
However, as the water deepened, Jerry and Mack started struggling to keep up with the rune master. Their movements were clumsy compared to Sebastian's strokes.
"What the fuck is he, a pro athlete?"
"We kinda are," Jerry said.
"Shut up!"
Suddenly, a form erupted from the water near Sebastian. Jerry let out a muffled gasp as he recognized what creature was, and the rune master, being in theory a Grave Whisperer, wouldn't fare well against it without his undead minions. A Virestream Stalker was there.
"He's dead now," Jerry whispered, certain they were about to witness the Grave Whisperer's demise.
But to their shock, Sebastian killed the creature easily, driving his spear through its eye in one fluid motion.
