It seemed the little soldiers were all on their own. The Wraith, like Bob himself, was capable of sensing life-forces, and there were oh so many here, ripe for the taking. It's father had given it great power, and the mission to exterminate all life in the forest. It would fulfill that task, as it had been born to do. Gesturing, the Wraith sent the dracolich, it's most powerful minion, towards the two Imperials, soaring through the sky on wings of bone and shrieking with malice.

Bob looked down, frowning. That wasn't supposed to happen. He hadn't sent that dracolich, it was supposed to hover above and create atmosphere, like a blacklight in a disco. Except undead. And murderous. In fact, the mass of bone and dark magic was heading straight for two soldiers, a Kaskrin and a human. Dang. Of course, as he had used a shard of himself to create this event, he had spawned a sentient creature. Oh well. This was interesting, in it's own way. Bob wouldn't interfere with this one. Nature must take it's course, after all.
However, as Bob was about to resign himself to a nap, he noticed a particular life-force that he had failed to pick up before. Some kind of demon, or what was formerly a human soul..... it took Bob a little to work out what he recognized about this life force, but then it became all too clear, and he grinned in delight. There were remnants of Darkside's magic on this creature. That bastard had torn up Bob's home dimension, and broken all his toys. Even if he couldn't do much against the actual Darkside, at least he could break Darkside's toys in the same manner as Darkside had done to him.....