"Fucking draugr," Kaine muttered, leaping from one rooftop to the next with practiced ease. His ribs still ached where the creature's claws had found their mark, and his coat was torn in three places. "Should've just torched the restaurant and called it a day."
Marcus landed silently beside him, pale eyes reflecting the city lights below. The ghoul's wounds had already healed completely, leaving only torn fabric as evidence of their earlier fight.
The system notification had come through right after Marcus had separated the draugr's head from its shoulders—500 ME for the kill, plus another 300 for what turned out to be the creature's last victim. Some poor bastard who'd been dragged into that storage room for dinner. Fresh blood, warm flesh. The draugr had been in the middle of feeding when they'd interrupted.
'At least someone's mortal essence got put to good use,' Kaine thought grimly.
