Sir Malik

Steam rises from the frozen ground as thick black blood oozes onto it. Sir Malik laughs with sadistic glee at the sight. The monster has been slain, but Malik’s bloodlust has yet to be slaked. He raises his axe and hacks at the lifeless ogre’s corpse. The black blood splatters everywhere, resting in large thick globules on Malik’s chortling face. It burns the skin slightly, but Malik continues to decimate the body of the ogre, until nothing but a black mass is left.

Malik’s companions stand off to the side and murmur among themselves concerning the mental health of their comrade.