Sebastian stood over the leader of the Marauders' elite group. His undead minions were pinning the man to the ground, while his six helpers were around them, keeping an eye on the surroundings.
The man trembled, his eyes wide with fear, as he stared up at the Rune Master from the ground.
"Who... who are you?"
Sebastian's lips curled into a cruel smile. "I believe you're in no position to ask questions," he said.
"W-why, why are you doing this? How?"
"Why?" Sebastian laughed. "Weren't you the ones that attacked me first? Weren't you the ones who wanted my ballista?"
"We…"
"Yes, yes… You don't know who we are. If you knew, then bla bla bla... Always the same stuff over and over. Quick reply: I don't care."
The man looked around. Dead bodies were everywhere. His fellow Marauders, both men and women, lay lifeless on the ground. He couldn't believe what this guy had done. It was beyond anything he had ever seen before.
