Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

The sounds of pounding hooves filled the forest, the tranquility and silence of the night disturbed by their fervent march, it was quiet, and most predators knew to keep away from the group of hobgoblins riding through the forest, all but one. It would be too far-fetched to say that Rezar was in control, that every step he took and every breath drawn in was all under his control, but that would be a lie of epic proportions. His speed was unlike what most would expect, his muscles compacted as he jumped forwards, coming behind the hobgoblin at the rear, his hands outstretched, claws poking out of his fingers.

*Fwooosh! *

The hobgoblins came to a halt as suddenly a spooked armored boar rode ahead of them; its rider blatantly absent from its back. This group of people didn't have to share or even say anything as they immediately corralled their boars into a circular formation, with each of the nine watching each other's back. For some reason the forest was extremely silent, no sounds, not even crickets or birds, or even the wind itself, all of it was silent. And as they watched with baited breaths, a round metallic object came flying out of the darkness of the forest.

They held their weapons tight, watching as the object came to at their feet. By matter of providence, in that very second a stray cloud that had been covering the shine of the moon moved aside as a little bit of wind came blowing over the forest and swaying the trees enough that the gleam of moonlight could peak through the hole made from the trees swaying. And right then and there they were subjected to the sight of their missing comrade, a look of fear etched all over his green skinned face.

Rezar hung on the branches of a tree ten meters in the air, he was covered and sheltered by nature itself, and he watched them from his perch, one eye blazing gold and the other burning red. Blood slowly dripped from his hands with a significant amount of it covering his lips as pearly white fangs poked out of his mouth. For him there was no thought or wonder, just instinct, just hunger. Everything was a haze, and all that was at the forefront was his bloodlust and hunger.

The hobgoblins kept a tight formation and their eyes peeled for any sort of danger, but at this point Rezar had gone beyond just being considered a danger, he was just death. A swarm of bats suddenly gathered around the hobgoblins, it was sudden and nerve wracking as they fought back and released skills to take care of the bats, but just as they suddenly appeared, the vanished, taking with them the lives of two other hobgoblins.

Their bodies fell of their boars with a massive clang, their heads which had been thrown into the air falling down besides their headless bodies mere seconds later. In just mere minutes 10 hobgoblins has been reduced to seven, and even then they had no idea what was responsible. They couldn't see it and their eyes couldn't follow its speed. To say this was scary was an understatement, but there were left with only one choice.

"We're being hunted! We should-arrrck!"

The hobgoblin that was speaking had his words cut short as a chain of infernal makings shot out of the forest and stabbed through his chest, and then it dragged back into the dense foliage of trees and plants, his screams echoing in the night before it was cut short with nerve wracking sound of a wet squelch, and seconds later hos head came flying into the area where the remaining six hobgoblins were standing. This time they didn't need to talk or say anything, they just spurred their boars on and ran.

This time the pounding of the boars' hooves was frantic and akin to the sound of thunder, event he mounts themselves were besotted with terror at the scene they had just experienced. If there was ever a way to describe death, this was it. But they had barely run for ten minutes when they heard an infernal squeal, turning behind them their hearts seemed to beat even faster at the sight behind them.

The four boars of the deceased comrades had been changed into monsters of the worst sort, but even more scary was the fact that said comrades were riding on their boars, their eyes red and lifeless as the unrelenting claws of undeath held them. this was even more horrifying than they expected, they weren't being hunted by a monster but a death class holder, but then again what were death class holders but monsters of the worst sort.

There was a cacophony of loud noises and screeches as a cloud of bats swiftly flew over the charging undead hobgoblins making a beeline for the escaping ad very much alive hobgoblins. A face of horror with hair as white as snow, fangs the color of silver ivory, and eyes the golden of the sun and flame and red of blood and roses. There was no stopping as he surged forwards, swinging hi arm that was hard to distinguish from the crowd of bats he was covered in or made off.

A scythe with its blade blazing hot slashed out, taking off the head of the hobgoblin in the rear, and putting an end to his life as his boar kept on running with all its might, terribly afraid for its life, and not caring one bit for its now deceased master as the master's body was dislodge from its back. Rezar came to a halt, his feet digging furrows into the ground as the bats slowly melded back into his body. He held his scythe to the side, the blade sizzling as the blood on it rapidly evaporated.

Rezar stood where he was as the undead hobgoblins and their boars came to a stop behind him. The red and gold colors faded from his eyes as the eerie blue he was familiar with bled back in. his hunger was far from sated, but there was clarity in his eyes, even though he was completely bloody. He watched on as the remaining hobgoblins fled for their life, he wasn't too worried, he never intended to kill them all anyway, after all they still needed to lead him to his next target, but then again he didn't need five hobgoblins to lead him to his destination or deliver a message… looks like the hunt continues.