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Upon the back of his griffin Soleil, Sammael sat and watched their surroundings boredly. He flew not far above the rest of his group and was actively trying to ignore the bony bastard that his sister referred to as Osseus. The little brat was often chasing after his familiar and often got on Sam’s nerves due to the dragons obvious distaste for Sam. It wasn’t long into the journey that Sammael’s concentration was broken by the occurrence of a very peculiar fog.

He didn’t even need Ka’ora’s advice before he pulled the ‘dagger’ from his sleeve. He chose to keep his weapon in this form for now because in its normal form it was very unwieldy from the back of a griffin. A sudden howl finally brought attention to the giant creatures that had begun to surround the group. Sam remained cautious, but he couldn’t help but wonder how hard of a fall it would be for one of these things if he were to cut its leg out from under it…

His thoughts distracted him from the creature reaching down towards Ka’ora but was instantly brought to his senses by the horrid shrieks of those damned creatures. Sammael growled to himself and wanted nothing more than to slice these monstrosities to bits but he knew it would be pointless. Instead, Soleil flew him up almost even with his sister and Osseus above the group. Of course, he barely paid any attention to his sister. He more focused on the sprinting creatures which they followed along with until they had emerged from the fog. Landing on the hill that Ka’ora had stopped the group at, Soleil laid down to allow Sam to dismount and he looked over the flooded city. Finally, the first impressive sight since they had left the city walls. 

Sammael had no issue with the group taking a break, but that of course didn’t come to fruition due to a sudden attack of the undead. He wasn’t upset though, in fact a smile formed on his face. Sam pulled the dagger from his sleeve again, this time it began forming into its true form as he did so. That of a great sword. He had been itching for a fight for quite awhile.

The first zombie fell from a beam of light that went straight through its face, revealing several of its comrades in the darkness nearby to Sam. He laughed as the creatures body fell. He prepared his blade and flashed forward a few feet, a trail of light behind him. He swung at the two zombies that he teleported in front of, swiftly removing their heads with a heavy slash. Another one approached him and he hit it with the hilt of his sword and knocked it to the ground. He placed a foot on the chest of the undead creature to keep it down as he smirked down at it. [color=fff200]“Farewell, foul creature…”[/color] He taunted as he drove the tip of his blade through the skull. He knew the creatures couldn’t understand his words but taunting his victims certainly amused him. 

Unfortunately his little display distracted him enough for a creature to approach from behind him. By the time he noticed it, it was too late. If not for the fact that Soleil pounced the creature and tore into it with her claws. Sammael nodded in appreciation before turning towards the rest of the horde in front of him. Breaking formation he started to rush into the horde and tearing through as many as he could, enjoying the bloodlust of killing these creatures and their pitiful existence.