Rot-Horn's legs collapsed underneath him as his charge was suddenly stopped dead. Tripping over the strange hand that had grabbed him, his head slammed into the ground with an earth trembling boom.
Saige blinked softly, staring at the deadly point of the silver antlers, which had stopped just before they skewered his head, leaving just a faint and superficial cut on his cheek that only let out a few droplets of blood.
But he didn't stand there dumbly, he immediately shifted to the side, making room for the vampiric woman that lunged from the dark depths of his shadow.
Rot-horn had only started to get his feet underneath him when Belladonna's stone covered fist slammed into his jaw. Blow after blow rained down onto him, each punch echoing out like the blast of a cannon and lifting him off the ground as he was forced backwards bit by bit.
After a few seconds, Belladonna's fists began to glow with a pale light. However it wasn't to heal her wounds.
