Filii cackles;
"Your prayers mean nothing, pitiful elf"

Filii reaches down to his obsidian bladed katana sheathed at his waist,
He flicks a maggot off the handle that lands at the feet of Vencross.

"who knew such a powerful Necromancer could be so combative toward another of nearly the same practice?...I'm just an admirer of your work, Vencross..."