<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/digitalpirana/sithesis_zps337570f4.jpg)</div>He watched Maeryn tongue the blood of the dead from her borrowed blade with admiration. It was beautiful – like watching a lion enjoy its kill, it was pure watching Maeryn do what she was born to. Her heart beats to take the lives of others, and that is familiar. He’s so lost in it he’s almost deaf the other calling her name as they emerge from the depths of the passage, the thunder of orcs behind them.<br/><br/>He turns, backlit by the tunnel exit and casts his deathly gaze upon the intruders. Koreshian can sense his black magic, but Gerald can practically see oblivion radiating from him, falling like black dust from an unseen halo.  He regards the pair of them for only a moment before turning back to Maeryn with his final instruction.<br/><br/>“These two are not for you. Leave!”<br/><br/>The haze of blackness that surrounds him thickens as his presence looks to choke the life out of daylight behind him. He calls to Maeryn’s rescuers.<br/><br/>“Turn and face your enemies or they’ll kill us all.”<br/><br/>He’s already heading for the exit while his eyes leave the two men and the train of orcs that are about to grind them between their teeth. He pushes Maeryn towards out of the tunnel mouth, into the bright daylight she’d not seen for so long. It was windy, bright and cold but it slowed him none. Unarmoured, he was well balanced as he leads a deft, scrambling run and climb across the face of the mountain.<br/>