WIP Wednesday, wooo
A taste of the enemies of the Dreadrealm!
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“Wolves…” Virgil muttered. “And at least three… no, four of them.”
Chrom scanned ahead, finding what Virgil must have been referring to: four strange individuals donning ragged and tattered wolf masks, with huge manes running down the backs of their heads, and gleaming magenta streaks forming two pairs of fell eyes underneath the true eyes of their masks. Two wolves were infantry, the other two mounted on horse and pegasus. Eventually, he was just able to make out the rest of their clothes — nothing but plain, pitch-black garments that could have concealed their presence well if not for their conspicuous headgear.
He drew Falchion and lunged towards one of the infantry closest to him. “Name yourself!”
“Exalt!” Virgil shouted.
The strange swordsman remained deathly silent as they turned their gaze towards Chrom, the muzzle hiding any expression they could have been making on their lips. Slowly, lifting a loose flap of fabric hanging over their scabbard, they drew their blade: a foul, curved, horn-like thing unlike any sword Chrom had ever seen before.
Robin behind him gasped. “Chrom! That sword looks especially dangerous!”
“Arcane Devourer,” Virgil said.
