With a sickening crunch, the magic axe cleaved into her, severing the head off the shoulders in one mighty swing. Viscous black ichor shot out of the neck, catching the woman straight in the front, and Jalna could feel it crawling no her skin, starting to move and slither up her breast and neck, trying to strangle and suffocate her!<br/><br/>Half in battle rage, half in panic Jalna fell off the carriage, the adrenaline rush in her veins enough to keep her from injuring herself, anticipating the fall and instead rolling in the dirt. When she got up, there was no horrid ooze creature clinging to her, instead she was drenched in blood. Sitting, hunched over the cart seat was the beheaded body of Belaim, no sign of spider legs, or claws or any other change. Nearby, the severed head of the dwarf lay on the ground where it fell and rolled, an expression of worry and shock frozen as a death mask. The retired knight's warm lifeblood covered Jalna now, and dripped off her axe that still pulsed with divine power invoked by her burst of fury, even though Lux's light has passed on to her child. Still, she seemed to have some power in her heritage that answered her emotional state.<br/><br/>However long it took to process the scene, whatever her reaction, the silver haired barbarian sensed the presence of someone, standing right behind her. Curiously she never noticed another soul in this waste, nor the approach of anyone.<br/><br/>A chilling sensation resonated through her, gripping her heart and going as deep as the marrow of her bones as the words she heard from behind.<br/><br/>"D̘̦͈̳͓͆̔̍̌̍̓͘ͅA̅̈UG͕̳͆̇H̪̗͖T̨͉̥̞̤͉̠͌̉ͭ́̈́̍E̴R̉̓"