Reidar stopped a few meters away. A Sky-Hunter landed on a branch next to him, cleaning blood off its forelegs.
"You look like shit, Mr. Deacon," Reidar said.
"You think this is clever?" Drecht spat, his eyes darting to the Hydra, then back to Reidar. "Interfering with Church business? Silas is going to peel the skin off your face for this."
"He can try," Reidar said, watching the man. "But you're the one stuck here with a boss monster and me."
Drecht sneered, raising his staff. Purple energy began to gather at the tip. "I have enough for you."
"I don't think you do," Reidar said.
He didn't attack. He just pointed the baton at Drecht.
[VULNERABLE! Your Mark of Frailty applies -45% Physical Resistance to Deacon Cornelius Drecht.]
[STATUS APPLIED! Target Marked.]
The sigil burned into the air above Drecht's head.
The Hydra, having thrashed Lucius into the mud, lifted its heads. It quickly noticed Reidar and Drecht, who were by far the most interesting part of the meal.
