Try Me

Slade made a swift move to kill one of the fat coons they had chosen as target. Good ol' Slay, always getting the shit done without hesitating... That too was one of the things Bane admired most of his mentor.

The cracking sound of the mammal's neck gave the pale warrior shivers, shivers of pleasure that brought a malefic smirk out of his face. It was his turn. Just as the Nightmare, the pale warrior darted forward to give chase to one of the coons that tried to escape after Slade's attack. But they were all too slow for the swift northerner. A fat one fell behind, screeching for his life... Crack! The sound of its skull as Bane smashed it in the ground with his strong paw getting stained with blood.

Do you think this is small enough for Meldresi? the young warrior asked Slade, yelling from the distance.