[The dragon is good at killing, even with his improvised weapon. Hector's glad they're on the same side, because the faun wouldn't last very long otherwise.
He swings his blacksmith's hammer at a head, and when the body crumples, he follows it down with a second swing to make sure it wouldn't get up again. Hector's no warrior, but at least he's experienced with death and what it takes to get there. Squeamish necromancers rarely make it far in their field.
For every enemy they kill, though, another seems to pop up to take their place. Hector wants to flee. Every instinct within him scream at him to run.
But there are sleeping bodies behind him. Innocent monsters. Children. He dragged them there, and he can't just leave them now. Trevor would fight to the death to protect them. Everett would treasure every life. Hector doesn't deserve either of his bonded, but he's trying to be a man they can be proud of.]
...no. It's illogical, but I can't leave.
[Hector, Forgemaster General of Dracula's Army, has finally grown a conscience and the fucking thing is going to get him killed.]
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He swings his blacksmith's hammer at a head, and when the body crumples, he follows it down with a second swing to make sure it wouldn't get up again. Hector's no warrior, but at least he's experienced with death and what it takes to get there. Squeamish necromancers rarely make it far in their field.
For every enemy they kill, though, another seems to pop up to take their place. Hector wants to flee. Every instinct within him scream at him to run.
But there are sleeping bodies behind him. Innocent monsters. Children. He dragged them there, and he can't just leave them now. Trevor would fight to the death to protect them. Everett would treasure every life. Hector doesn't deserve either of his bonded, but he's trying to be a man they can be proud of.]
...no. It's illogical, but I can't leave.
[Hector, Forgemaster General of Dracula's Army, has finally grown a conscience and the fucking thing is going to get him killed.]