"Hell of a kill!"
As Onyx reveled in the glorious carnage, Earthshaker's deep, rumbling voice cut through the air. The massive giant hefted a totem pole, bringing it down with a sickening crunch to finish off a wounded demon Onyx had left in his wake.
Earthshaker lacked Onyx's poetic soul; he had no time for memorizing the classic lines their lord sometimes dropped. When the battle-fury was upon him, a simple, heartfelt "Hell of a kill!" was all the commentary he needed.
"My lord is here!"
"We can't let him see us slacking!"
As one of Orion's personal guards, Dace was among the first to recognize his master's voice and aura.
"Prophet!" he yelled to Onyx over the din. "Let's gather fifty Alpha-level demon skulls! A tribute to the lord! What do you say?"
"I'm in!"
"Count me in!"
"And me!"
Thundar and Ursa, fighting nearby, eagerly joined the bloody contest. For warriors like them, presenting the finest spoils of war was the ultimate expression of loyalty.
