"CURSE YOU BAYLE! BAYLE! VILE BAYLE!" Igon's scream echoed through the valley, as he dragged his broken body along the soaked, muddied ground. The pain was excruciating but still an inextinguishable fire raged on inside him.

"O TERROR INCARNATE! There is life in me yet! I will soon FEAST upon your heart!" The crippled drake warrior continued on in his thunderous roar: not having heard the approaching footsteps behind him. He continued his slow, pitiful pursuit, filth beginning to cake his already ragged cloth.

"Mark my words! You too shall know FEAR!"