[center][@Zeroth][/center]
[color=708090]With a heavy expiration, exhaling the air that he didn't know was holding, he lowered down and picked up the herb that he had dropped during the fight, the one that the other wisp had left for him. The pixie's body had disgorged a steady stream of blood over the herb, painting it red. He still picked it up and consumed it. He didn't think that the quantity of blood on it would be harmful. Animal blood in food was nothing new.

Feeling rejuvenated he now took the time to see the creature in his hand. It was brutally disfigured from his actions. The dead corpse of the humanoid thing, laying limp and lifeless in his grasp, almost resembling those bodies he left behind back when...

As a sadistic pleasure started overcoming him he immediately dropped the little creature, a wave of sickness soon replacing it. No, he wasn't like that. It was just the stress talking, a coping mechanism to get through battles. He hated what he did, that's why he took out his own life, right?

On the other hand, that pixie sure did take a lot to kill. Now he would search for another herb and crystal, keeping an eye in his surroundings to not get ambushed and then find another unsuspecting target to eliminate.[/color]