felhound

"What could you possibly expect I would have done?! You can't just shove over a man who's been fighting the scourge for the entirety of his unlife and expect him to trust you!" roared Animos, snapping his arm out to gesture to the pile of ghouls that he had dispatched just moments ago.

Xhaztol, now terribly bitter about his decision to save this man, crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged, "Oh, I don't know, I guess I would have THOUGHT for a moment or two before engaging in something as barbaric as that."

Animos knelt close to Xhaztol, who had uprighted his battered frame and was dousing his dusted face with a waterpouch.

"Look, I don't have time to think out here. I only have time to act. It's been the difference between life and death more than once."