"Indeed we shall be!" bellowed Templar with another laugh as the shadows of the woods gave way to a meanecing form creeping from within. A massive form like none that the Vanguardians had ever seen lumbered into the clearing. The head was almost birdlike with large, curved teeth jutting from it's lower beak. The body was like a mixture of a bear and a lion. A dark, almost black, coat of fur clung tightly to it's body. Two whip-like tails wagged side to side, seperate of each other. The large paws contained razor sharp claws capable of shredding any living thing within minutes. An earshattering scream sounding as though several beasts had been swallowed whole and caught in the beast's throat was let loose. The creature was birthed from pure necromatic magic. It was a wraig.
Sam looked at his old friend, Danny. "You know we can run, right?"
Ten more wraigs came out of the shadows at the far edge of the clearing. Each one bore archers clad in red, reading their bows.
"A tactical retreat does sound like a good idea. Until we can shake the cobwebs from our heads. Priest, lay down some cover fire. Everyone else, let's get the hell out of here."
