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The undead reptile bore down on the trapped feline with vitriol, hungry to replace the energy he'd lost in his severed tendrils. In his predatory focus, however, he neglected to notice a contingency of Fenix's plan coming to fruition. The dark flames had done their job on Butch's energy-sapping restraints, eating them away until only ancient, crumbling fibres remained. The brief chase that Fenix had mustered allowed enough time for the barbarian's amulet to flicker and then flare back to life, pumping magenta energy back into the aching muscles.
Now, as the lich moves in to complete Fenix's sacrifice, the hulking form of the buffalo barbarian shambled closer. His muscles are still scorched and steaming from the magically charged teeth and claws that had gouged into them. The lich had been deliberately maximizing the pain inflicted to draw out the most of Butch's energy, but in this moment, rather than pain or fatigue, all that occupied Butch's mind was seething revenge.
Moments away from certain doom, Fenix steeled himself for one last act of courage. Though his throat was held, he wriggled enough that he could croak out a brief clue, "The power... in the cloth..."
The lich was puzzled by this outburst and hesitated. A cold realization ran down his spine as he suddenly became aware of the presence looming over him.
The undead reptile bore down on the trapped feline with vitriol, hungry to replace the energy he'd lost in his severed tendrils. In his predatory focus, however, he neglected to notice a contingency of Fenix's plan coming to fruition. The dark flames had done their job on Butch's energy-sapping restraints, eating them away until only ancient, crumbling fibres remained. The brief chase that Fenix had mustered allowed enough time for the barbarian's amulet to flicker and then flare back to life, pumping magenta energy back into the aching muscles.
Now, as the lich moves in to complete Fenix's sacrifice, the hulking form of the buffalo barbarian shambled closer. His muscles are still scorched and steaming from the magically charged teeth and claws that had gouged into them. The lich had been deliberately maximizing the pain inflicted to draw out the most of Butch's energy, but in this moment, rather than pain or fatigue, all that occupied Butch's mind was seething revenge.
Moments away from certain doom, Fenix steeled himself for one last act of courage. Though his throat was held, he wriggled enough that he could croak out a brief clue, "The power... in the cloth..."
The lich was puzzled by this outburst and hesitated. A cold realization ran down his spine as he suddenly became aware of the presence looming over him.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Muscle
Species Buffalo
Size 1146 x 1280px
File Size 182.4 kB
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