Killian, flanked by the Wyrmutt and his House Leader, charged from the left, their blades humming with lethal intent. From the right, Cassandra blurred across the floor, her eyes locked on the staggering giant.
"Back off, Killian and your… ugly dog!"
Cassandra roared, a wild, blood streaked grin on his face.
"I already took one of her arms! This kill belongs to the Blackheart!"
"In your dreams, Cassandra!"
Killian shot back, his House Leader's spear spinning in a deadly arc beside him.
"We don't 'steal' kills, we secure them! Don't trip on your way there!"
The Fire Caster, armless and leaking golden ichor, let out a final, desperate wail of
"Mercy—!"
She didn't get it.
