Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150811143339/@comment-3293219-20150813185952

"Ha, so that you can kill me? Yes, thanks but no thanks..." The Cultist smirked, stepping back into the torchlight and revealing that he was wearing black robes with a purple trim.

"Even if you do kill me, there are dozens of my commrades awaiting you up ahead, how long would you last?"

"Longer than you..." Talin reminded him, tightning his grip on his sword.

"Yes well... The girl's life is in my hands and... And..." The cultist stopped to swallow, multiple times in face as a grave look fell over his face, his lip, which was still stained with Agatha's blood began to tremble as did his knees and hands. It didn't take long for him to drop his knife to the ground and stagger to the floor, falling on his hands and knees as he began to retch and heave, groaning in agony as he did so.

Eventually he managed to vomit up a mouthful of black tar, both Agatha and Talin did nothing but stand watching in amazement, more curious than sympathetic towards the blood sucking freak.

"B-Bad... B-Blood!" He wheezed before chucking up another puddle of black vomit.