“Finish him Tahlavain!” yelled Mutu, his arrow trained on his quarry, a bloodied orc priest. The spellcaster had fallen to his knees a moment earlier when Tahlavain had struck him a crippling blow. Around them Cah and Jihad were fighting off the remaining unimaginable half lizard half man creatures that had tried to cut off their escape. Seeing Tahlavain hesitate for an instant Mutu yelled again, “Finish Kalarel now!” The orc glanced over at the bow toting elf with his one good eye. The other was missing, and in its place was a jagged scar left from the sacrifice he had made to his god. The orc let out a low, rasping chuckle and then coughed up a mouthful of blood.
“I’m not Kalarel, you fools! You’ll never defeat the mighty Kalarel!”