The world went to silent slow motion for a few moments as the corpsewight disintegrated from the redhead's special blend of magic.  It must have been much what was used in the jail to free the crazy witch, that thought reminding him of the brutal murder of the guard.  He had considered going to find the naked girl, determining if she were friend or foe but he had to keep his quarry from escaping, she would either pursue or flee but he as yet had no business with her.  He would need to watch his back though was he went on the hunt.  As his head cleared he went after the thief and the redhead, they being the most dangerous of the group.<br/><br/>He didn't notice the effects of the mist until he saw the two beautiful women in such passionate contact.  His anger flash boiling into lust as he watched the two like feral creatures unable to control their sinful impulses.   He approached from opposite the thief, behind Dolly, watching with a mixture of lust and envy as the redheaded beauty's hands explored the wicked flesh of the crazy witch.  Tactically, he couldn't hope for a better advantage on the group but his mind was no longer thinking of his duty.<br/><br/>He reached out, grabbing Dolly's unkempt hair and pulling her head back, breaking the kiss of the two women though he didn't force them apart.  He looked down between them, his eyes caressing the soft full breasts exposed by Dolly's tattered dress.  He had so recently had his face buried in her bounty and the memory of the soft fullness stoked his arousal.  Unable to control himself he reached out with his free hand and tore the dress downward, the sound of ripping fabric added to the panting of aroused females.  He exposed Dolly's breasts to the cool night air of the graveyard, his hand releasing her dress but not yet finished.  He began pawning at the redhead beauty's breasts, only then noticing the thief's working on her breaches, it wouldn't be long before both women were as naked as the feral girl still lurking in the graveyard.