[i]Filii is pulled from the underworld by the powerful magic of Vencross[/i]

Filii doesn't even mutter a flinch as the bolt of necromatic power blasts a gaping wound through his torso.

The wound quivers and oozes bodily fluid and dangles with crawling maggots infesting it

Filii reaches his claw like hand down and picks one of the maggots from the wound.
Twisting and turning his claws as the maggot crawls in between each bloody mangled knuckle, he utters, almost seeming to speak to the wriggling insect that he holds.

"Again, an impressive display of energy and magic by the powerful one... the Under Lords would be very pleased with this one wouldn't they, my precious pest?"

The wound closes with the squish and squirm of the maggot infestation within him.

His gaze fixes to Vencross, the dripping of saliva and poison can be seen dripping to the floor from his hooded face, his piercing florescent eyes quiver in excitement 

"Why so hostile? Did I intimidate your power, oh great necromancer?" he taunts