Bored at night...
The deathkight rises from a kneeled stance, their steel ice blue eyes focusing in on the battlefield at hand. She raises her hand to the skin muttering doubled words of the Scourge in a husky undead voice, suddenly an undead hand breaches the surface of the dirt, a ghoul arising gurgling soil and slime in its jowls. She simply points and the ghoul leaps from its clawed haunches into the fray, slashing out creating bloody arches of blood in the air with each swipe upon the enemy. She follows close behind raising high above her head a sword dripping of shadow energy, its blade expertly engraved in glowing runes which scream her arival to the battlefield with their eerie glow in the dark. Shooting a hand out runes of blue encircle the group of foolish humans, with a crack of ice the ground is frost ridden and they are frozen in place. The ice slowly crawling up their legs like a disease as they cry out, some stabbing at their own legs to try and free themselves. She smirks at the thought that she was once like them, pathetic.. living.. She spins, her cloak disguising her movements for only a moment finally revealing her clenched hands around the handle of her sword, its blade lashing out releasing a violet wave of shadow energy. Its sheer power slicing through each individual in a clean sweep even destroying her own ghoul. Blood floods the ground, begining to melt the ice with its warm essence of life. In the pit of death she created she can only look down to her plated boots and frown, she just bought these, and now they're dirty.... Man I love my girlfriend. ;)